N- 65 Rue Pigalle, Paris

Feby. 21 [1877]

My dear Chummeke:--

You are probably aware by my long silence that I have been on the move and you see by the date where I am. The most I can find time to write you in the hurry of apartment hunting is that “I want you.” Why don’t you come up here? We are here in a crowd. My cousin, her two daughters and son and myself. Keeping house a la Bohemia in a little furnished apartment. We shall on the 15th April take a suite of rooms with a studio attached and there I shall probably stay one year if nothing happens. Won’t you come up and be near us? For the moment I am very much unsettled. I worked in America up to the very day I sailed. The last job I did was to go to Hartford and paint Mark Twain’s portrait. I lived in his house two weeks and had a stunning time. Went out to Manchester to see Annie Cheney and had a delightful call. We talked of nothing but you all the afternoon. She is one of the few of her [page 2] sex whom I felt as if I knew at once and whom I exalt way above those with who I am accustomed to associate. I think she is an exceptional character and why on earth you don’t think so too astonishes me. Do write me, Charlie, and tell me what you are doing and how you are getting on. You can live very cheaply here in this quarter and I am sure you would work hard. You know I think you don’t do half as much as you ought to – But I won’t fill up my paper this time with scolding you. Why I write this was in such a hurry is to see if I can’t get a speedy reply by directing to the care of the American Consul at Rome. If it reaches you I hope you won’t delay answering at once. Rome and Paris are only a little way apart.

Expecting an early answer

I am yours always with

Much love

Fr. D Millet