scarcely been sober the whole week.--Oh, Berlin is a deuce of a place!

If you don't object I will drop in at noon to-morrow and convey Papa's
greetings to you. Papa is again afflicted with the gout.

With warm regards,

Your very faithful

FRITZ VON EHRENBERG."

The other letter was from ... her--clear, serene, full of such
literary reminiscences as always dwelt in her busy little head.

"DEAR FRIEND:--

I wouldn't ask you: Why do I not see you?--you have not called for
five days--I would wait quietly till your steps led you hither without
persuasion or compulsion; but 'every animal loves itself' as the old
gossip Cicero says, and I feel a desire to chat with you.

I have never believed, to be sure, that we would remain indispensable
to each other. '_Racine passera comme le cafe_,' Mme. de Sevigne says
somewhere, but I would never have dreamed that we would see so little
of each other before the inevitable end of all things.

You know the proverb: even old iron hates to rust, and I'm only
twenty-five.

Come once again, dear Master, if you care to. I have an excellent