As the spring advances Stevenson has again been much out of sorts, and has gone for a change, in the company of his cousin R.A.M. Stevenson (Bob), on his first visit to the artist haunts of Fontainebleau which will be afterwards so much endeared to him.
[As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 2, 376].
To Fanny Sitwell [Colvin 1911, 1, 210-211]
[Barbizon, April 1875.]
My dear friend,This is just a line to say I am well and happy. I am here in my dear forest all day in the open air.
It is very be – no, not beautiful exactly, just now, but very bright and living. There are one or two song birds and a cuckoo; all the fruit-trees are in flower, and the beeches make sunshine in a shady place.
I begin to go all right; you need not be vexed about my health; I really was ill at first, as bad as I have been for nearly a year; but the forest begins to work, and the air, and the sun, and the smell of the pines. If I could stay a month here, I should be as right as possible. Thanks for your letter. – Your faithful