do not need the pelisse. My tippet is in the wardrobe in the antechamber.
Embrace our darlings tenderly for me. I wept over the good letter written by our dear Pierrot. How long the time seems to me until I can embrace him and you all once more!
A thousand kisses for yourself.
Your devoted
Alfred.
Thursday, 14 December, 1894.
My dear Lucie:
I have received your good letter; also new letters from the family. Thank them all for me. All these proofs of affection and esteem touch me more than I know how to tell you. As for me, I am always the same. When a man's conscience is pure and calm he can bear everything. I am convinced that eventually the truth will be known; that the assurance of my innocence will finally be borne in upon all minds.
At my trial I shall be judged by soldiers as loyal and as honest as myself. They will recognize—I am sure of it—the error that has been committed.
Error, unhappily, is a human thing. Who can say that he never has been deceived?
I am happy over the good news you give me regarding the children. You were right to begin to give P[ierrot] cod-liver oil; the time is propitious. Kiss the little fellow for me. How I long to hold the dear children in my arms!
I hope, with you, that they will end by letting me
