In a letter written in 1837, and quoted on p. 313 of Vol.  I., Chopin said:  “I may perhaps go for a few days to George Sand’s.”  How heartily she invited him through their common friends Liszt and the Comtesse d’Agoult, we saw in the preceding chapter.  We may safely assume, I think, that Chopin went to Nohant in the summer of 1837, and may be sure that he did so in the summer of 1838, although with regard to neither visit reliable information of any kind is discoverable.  Karasowski, it is true, quotes four letters of Chopin to Fontana as written from Nohant in 1838, but internal evidence shows that they must have been written three years later.

We know from Mendelssohn’s and Moscheles’ allusions to Chopin’s visit to London that he was at that time ailing.  He himself wrote in the same year (1837) to Anthony Wodzinski that during the winter he had been again ill with influenza, and that the doctors had wanted to send him to Ems.  As time went on the state of his health seems to have got worse, and this led to his going to Majorca in the winter of 1838-1839.  The circumstance that he had the company of Madame Sand on this occasion has given rise to much discussion.  According to Liszt, Chopin was forced by the alarming state of his health to go to the south in order to avoid the severities of the Paris winter; and Madame Sand, who always watched sympathetically over her friends, would not let him depart alone, but resolved to accompany him.  Karasowski, on the other hand, maintains that it was not Madame Sand who was induced to accompany Chopin, but that Madame Sand induced Chopin to accompany her.  Neither of these statements tallies with Madame Sand’s own account.  She tells us that when in 1838 her son Maurice, who had been in the custody of his father, was definitively entrusted to her care, she resolved to take him to a milder climate, hoping thus to prevent a return of the rheumatism from which he had suffered so much in the preceding year.  Besides, she wished to live for some time in a quiet place where she could make her children work, and could work herself, undisturbed by the claims of society.

As I was making my plans and preparations for departure [she goes on to say], Chopin, whom I saw every day and whose genius and character I tenderly loved, said to me that if he were in Maurice’s place he would soon recover.  I believed it, and I was mistaken.  I did not put him in the place of Maurice on the journey, but beside Maurice.  His friends had for long urged him to go and spend some time in the south of Europe.  People believed that he was consumptive.  Gaubert examined him and declared to me that he was not.  “You will save him, in fact,” he said to me, “if you give him air, exercise, and rest.”  Others, knowing well that Chopin would never make up his mind to leave the society and life of Paris without being carried off by a person whom he loved and who was devoted to him, urged me strongly not to oppose the desire he showed so a propos and in