Wrote you the other day & directed to 18 rue de l’Abbé de l’Epeé.
————————————————————————————

I’m in a desperate hurry, y so you must forgive me if I cut this note mighty briefly—I have to do my entire correspondence myself, now, my short hand writer being sick.

Briefly, then: we think there can be no doubt what ever about the Italian project—it is a sound thing to do.

Briefly, also—give me 6 or 8 weeks’ notice in which to fix up & forward your next letter of credit—don’t forget this, for heaps of things drive such matters out of my head, & I have to have time in which to recal them again.

Madam don’t know I’m writing, but she sends her love with mine, of course—sends it every day across the ocean on the viewless currents of the air, indeed.