CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
Mister Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Hotel de l’Union
Chamonix-Mont-Blanc
France July 1816
My darling romantic; my lyric Bysshe,
I was so pleased to receive your correspondence this morning, just as I have been every morning since our parting. I trust your adventures in the Alps continue to be thrilling and that Lord Byron is not enticing you into too much danger. Please give our regards to George and remind him daily that you are mine. (Please also hint to him to write more often to Doctor Polidori. Though they are both men of the world and traveling their own paths, John is never more happy than when he holds the prose of Lord Byron in his hands, his lips caressing their eloquent beauty.)
Your previous letter detailing the climb to Mont Blanc’s summit has been
