The Grand Duke has probably given you my greetings, for which he asked me in a very amiable manner.  I did not think it proper to charge him with such a message.  H. R. H. wanted to know whether, in case I were permitted to return to Germany, I should go to Weimar, or whether I should prefer another “engagement,” and I explained to him that the only advantage I expected from my amnesty was, to be able to visit Germany periodically, and that for that purpose I had chosen your house, because it was your house, as my pied-a-terre.  That house, fortunately, being at Weimar, the only danger would be that you might refuse to receive me, and his wish of having me at Weimar would entirely depend upon your friendship, which, therefore, he should try to perpetuate.  With that he was quite satisfied.

You have given me great pleasure with little Tausig.  When he came into my room, one fine morning, bringing your letter, I shook you cordially by the hand.  He is a terrible youth.  I am astonished, alternately, by his highly developed intellect and his wild ways.  He will become something extraordinary, if he becomes anything at all.  When I see him smoking frightfully strong cigars, and drinking no end of tea, while as yet there is not the slightest hope of a beard, I am frightened like the hen, when she sees the young ducklings, whom she has hatched by mistake, take to the water.  What will become of him I cannot foresee, but whisky and rum he will not get from me.  I should, without hesitation, have taken him into my house, if we had not mutually molested each other by pianoforte playing.  So I have found him a room in a little hole close to me, where he is to sleep and work, doing his other daily business at my house.  He does, however, no credit to my table, which, in spite of my grasswidowerhood, is fairly well provided.  He sits down to table every day stating that he has no appetite at all, which pleases me all the less, because, the reason is, the cheese and the sweets he has eaten.  In this manner he tortures me continually, and devours my biscuits, which my wife doles out grudgingly even to me.  He hates walking, and yet declares that he would like to come with me when I propose to leave him at home.  After the first half hour he lags behind, as if he had walked four hours.  My childless marriage is thus suddenly blessed with an interesting phenomenon, and I take in, in rapid doses, the quintessence of paternal cares and troubles.  All this has done me a great deal of good; it was a splendid diversion, for which, as I said before, I have to thank you.  You knew what I wanted.  Of course the youth pleases me immensely in other ways, and, although he acts like a naughty boy, he talks like an old man of pronounced character.  Whatever subject I may broach with him, he is sure to follow me with clearness of mind and remarkable receptivity.  At the same time it touches and moves me, when this boy shows such deep, tender feeling, such large sympathy, that he captivates me irresistibly.  As a musician he is enormously gifted, and his furious pianoforte playing makes me tremble.  I must always think of you and of the strange influence which you exercise over so many, and often considerably gifted, young men.  I cannot but call you happy, and genuinely admire your harmonious being and existence.