My dear Mamma, - We are very dull here since you left. We often go to see M. Foucher, as you told us to do. He proposed to us to join in the lessons his sons are taking; we thanked him and declined. Every morning we work at Latin and mathematics. A letter with a black seal, and addressed to Abel, came the evening you went away. M. Foucher will send it on to you. He was kind enough to take us to the museum... Come home soon. We don't know what to say or do without you; we are quite lost. We are always thinking of you. Mamma, mamma!<br><br>Victor.<br><br>II.<br><br>To Monsieur le General Hugo, at his country-place of Saint Lazare, near Blois.