Yvette to Henri.

Belmont 5 September

My darling, I have just arrived this morning at Belmont. I wanted to write to you yesterday but my day was a frantic dash through Paris to get in touch with all those people I know to find an apartment. It seems that it will be even more difficult than I thought. I have been told about a furnished apartment in Boulevard Pereine. It could be that I am the first on the waiting list. In any case I will try to do the best I can. I return to Paris on Thursday, important to be there at the moment to search still more actively.

I have been to the School of Political Sciences. It has been changed into 2 schools.

• The School of Administration, open solely to Frenchmen and by competitive examination.
• The Institute of Political Studies. Open to all nationalities and comprising 3 years of study. Foreigners are required to have the equivalent of the bachot and to pass an exam in French language, history and geography, at about bachot level, which takes place on the 3^rd of October. I will do what is necessary to enrol you (enrolments close on 30 September) So I have done all I could during that day in Paris. I came by train, my uncle in the end not coming to Belmont. The information session is over my good darling. I am impatient to see you. These two days without you are already centuries.  Everyone is enraptured by their presents. Zouzou claims that he can’t write today because he hasn’t the time, he has to skate. He greeted me with great enthusiasm and has not taken off the skates on which he manages very well. Helene “acquiesces’ in our life together philosophically and her optimistic nature keep her going. You asked me not for judgements but for facts; everything is OK darling. She will go and live with Jacqueline this winter and I am convinced that her animosity is calming down and will do so even more. And how are you my darling little one?

I am with you, you know, entirely, in the streets, and in Wtochy and in your heart. And in Belmont too, in my heart. Everything is quiet and so beautiful here! I so much wish that you could come and rest a little here!  I pray God in heaven (?) to help me find an apartment next week and that everything will be ready for you and that you will come quickly, and that we can spend some days here where you can rest.

Nothing new on the physiological front. To put it another way, I am sure I am pregnant. Are you pleased darling? Say you are, I beg you. Smile darling and don’t be sad. Besides, I am sure that you are calm and absolutely tranquil, as I am myself. Entirely from three points of view.

See you soon my love. I love you; I pine for you, but with peace in my heart and the joy of very soon having you without any more separations. Write my lazy duck. Only a few words, but write! I embrace you most tenderly. I am your wife, I love you.

Your Yvette.

I regret not having brought the packet of Moorish tea.