d'Albert

M. d'Albert plays and sings, and in the winter he tells me they have parties to sing masses and do other delightful things.

Mme. d'Albert has less of genius and more of cleverness—a really lady-like person, who says everything well.

You will be amused to hear that I am sitting for my portrait—at M. d'Albert's request, not mine.

But she was glad to find a quieter retreat in the family of an artist, M. d'Albert, becoming much attached to him and his wife.

When d'Albert plays Chopin's Berceuse, beautifully, it is a lullaby for healthy male children growing too big for the cradle.