No. 3 To Josephine, at Plombières
Malmaison, June 23, 1802.
My Good Little Josephine,—Your letter has come. I am sorry to see you have been poorly on the journey, but a few days’ rest will put you right. I am very fairly well. Yesterday I was at the Marly hunt, and one of my fingers was very slightly injured whilst shooting a boar.
Hortense is usually in good health. Your fat son has been rather unwell, but is getting better. I think the ladies are playing “The Barber of Seville” to-night. The weather is perfect.
Rest assured that my truest wishes are ever for my little Josephine.—Yours ever,
Bonaparte.