“Your letter came to hand the same day that Celina and Aniela arrived.  How are you now, my dearest boy?  You say that you are all right, but is that really and truly so?  What did the doctors in Berlin say, and how long do you think of remaining there?  Send me a telegram whether you are still there, and I will come to you at once.  Celina says you went away so suddenly that she and Aniela were terribly frightened.  If you had not mentioned that the doctor most likely will advise a sea voyage, I should have started off at once after receiving your letter.  It is only some fifteen hours by rail, and I feel stronger than ever.  The congestions I used to have have not returned.  I am very anxious about you, and do not like the idea of the sea at all.  You are used to that sort of thing, but I shudder at the thought of ships and storms.  Celina is quite well, and Aniela fairly so.  I hear that you have been told the news.  Before leaving Vienna they consulted a specialist, and he said there was no doubt whatever about Aniela’s state.  Celina is overjoyed, and I too am glad.  Perhaps this will induce Kromitzki to give up his speculations and settle at home.  Aniela will now be altogether happy, having an aim in life.  She looked rather tired and as if oppressed when she came back, but that may be only the consequence of the journey.

“Sniatynski’s child has been very bad with croup, but is better now.”

Reading my aunt’s letter gave me the impression that there is no room for me among them, especially near Aniela.  Even my memory will soon become unpleasant to her.

19 September.

I cannot imagine myself as living a year or two hence.  What shall I do?  Such utter aimlessness ought to debar one from life.  Properly speaking, there is no room for me anywhere.

I did not go to see Clara, but met her in the Friedrichsstrasse.  Seeing me she grew pale from joy and emotion, and greeted me with such effusion that it pleased and pained me at the same time.  I was conscious that my cordiality towards her was a mere outward form, and that I did not derive any pleasure from the meeting.  When she had recovered from the surprise at meeting me thus unexpectedly, she scrutinized my face anxiously.  Truly I must have presented a strange sight; and my hair has become much grayer too.  She began to inquire after my health, and in spite of my friendship for her, I felt that to see her often would be more than I could stand.  I resolved to put myself on guard against this; I told her that I did not feel very well, and was shortly going away to a warmer climate.  She tried to persuade me to come and see her; than asked after my aunt, Pani Celina, and Aniela.  I put her off with general remarks.  I thought to myself that she perhaps is the only being who would have understood me, and yet I felt that I could not open my heart to her.