29 July Vienna

(Joining this letter to yesterday’s. Thousand and thousands of kisses. Your Y)

My love, I have just received your letter of the 23^rd … and I swim in your joy. You know darling, I wish our life were in your hands. It would be sweet and wise. I see you are thinking about our future life with so much heart and with so much clear headedness. Do you really think I deserve to have such a perfect Henri? […] I have gone through your plan for the day and very much agree with it. But do you really believe that you will bring me a cup of tea to bed? It’s exactly what I believed: you want to make me into lazy bones.   Oh darling. Be careful. That will be so easy!  But there’s something else that you don’t mention. Who will do the cooking in our house?  It will be me. Yes, sir.  I can already imagine the unbelievable tricks of marketing in a city where I don’t understand a word they’re saying. Listen, darling, it’s a great time, talking of language, that we live together. You have lost a little of your French. I will see that you recover it. It’s very normal, you have hardly spoken (or written?) it during all these years. Ne m’en veuilles pas, cheri, de te le dire.   So, we will live together side by side.

I have already told you in several letters that I have to return to France at the beginning of September.  I feel bad already, just thinking of it. But I will certainly return very quickly. What have you decided about Zou-Zou and Helene?  I need you tender good sense to solve these difficult questions. You seem to be earning an honourable living. Everything around you will be new to me and unexpected. There will only be you, my Henri forever, who will be so much, expected. And so loved! Darling I pine for you. […]