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Plauchut is hunting today with the prince, and perhaps will not return till Tuesday. I am writing him to wait for you till Thursday, you will be less bored on the way. I have just written to Girardin to complain. CXLIII. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT 31 December, 1869 We hoped to have a word from you this morning. This sudden cold is so severe, I dreaded it for your trip.
I love you and I embrace you. My family does too, Plauchut included. He is going to travel with us. When we are SOMEWHERE FOR SEVERAL DAYS I shall write to you for news. G. Sand CCXXXIV. TO GEORGE SAND Croisset, Thursday Dear master, In the letter I received from you at Luchon a month ago, you told me that you were packing up, and then that was all. No more news!
Plauchut is the joy of the salons! happy old man! always content with himself and with others; that makes him as good as an angel, I forgive him all his graces. You were happy at hearing the Diva Paulita, we had her, with Iphigenie, for two weeks in Nohant last autumn. Ah! yes, there is beauty and grandeur! Try to come to see us before going to Croisset, you would make us happy.
What sort of archeology is Maurice busy with? Embrace your little girls warmly for me. Your old friend CCIII. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT Nohant, 23 November, 1871 I hear from Plauchut that you won't let yourself be abducted for our Christmas Eve REVELS. You say you have too much to do. That is so much the worse for us, who would have had such pleasure in seeing you. You were at Ch.
You will see the little girls grown and prettier; the little one is beginning to talk. Aurore chatters and argues. She calls Plauchut, OLD BACHELOR. And a propos, accept the best regards of that fine and splendid boy along with all the affectionate greetings of the family. As for me, I embrace you tenderly and beg you to keep well. G. Sand CLXX. TO GEORGE SAND Croisset, Wednesday evening...1870
We must then meet and see each other. Tell me what day except tomorrow, Wednesday, you can give me for dinner at Magny's or elsewhere with or without Plauchut, with whomever you wish provided I see you and embrace you. Your old comrade who loves you. G. Sand Dear good adored master,
CCLXI. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT, at Croissset Nohant, 30 August, 1873 Where are you to be found now? where are you nestled? As for me, I have just come from Auvergne with my whole household, Plauchut included. Auvergne is beautiful, above all it is pretty. The flora is always rich and interesting, the walking rough, the living accommodations poor.
Did Plauchut tell you to bring a wrapper and slippers, for we do not want to sentence you to dressing up? I add that I am counting on your bringing some manuscript. The FAIRY PLAY re-done, Saint-Antoine, whatever you have finished. I hope indeed that you are in the mood for work. Critics are a challenge that stimulates. Poor Saint-Rene Taillandier is as asininely pedantic as the Revue.
M. Plauchut, another literary friend and a visitor at Nohant during this last decade of her lifetime, gives a picture of the order of her day; it is simplicity itself. Nine o'clock, in summer and in winter alike, was her hour of waking. Letters and newspapers would then occupy her until noon, when she came down to join the family déjeûner.
Plauchut saw you once, and he adored you. That proves that he is not stupid. When he left me in Paris, he told me to remember him to you. I left Cadio in doubt between good and average receipts. The cabal against the new management relaxed after the second day. The press was half favorable, half hostile. The good weather is against it. The hateful performance of Roger is also against it.
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