This puts me in an awkward position.  On the one hand I am, as usual, greatly in want of money, and shall decidedly not be able to send my wife to Loden for a cure, unless I receive the subvention I had hoped for.  On the other hand, I must despair of ever prospering if, compelled by necessity, I have to yield on every occasion.  I have explained my view of the question of honorarium to D. quite openly and without any brusqueness, and have finally insisted upon my first demand.

I should like to let my wife start as soon as possible.  The worst turn which this affair could take at Weimar would be, if my demand were simply refused, and if I had nothing at all to give to my wife.

You now know my position exactly.  If your diplomatic genius could find a middle course (in case my demand cannot be carried) you would oblige me greatly.  I suppose that you are on sufficiently good terms with D., and hope that, at the worst, you will discover such a middle course.  Therefore kindly look after this trumpery matter.  I am unfortunately surrounded by nothing but trumpery things.

Let me hear from you soon.

Adieu.

Your

R. W.

305.

Concerning the “Rienzi” honorarium, I could effect nothing beyond what D. had offered to you.  Pardon me, dearest friend, for not having written to you at once, but I am very tired this week and as unwell as the normal state of my health will allow me to be.  It is not of any consequence, and a few days’ rest will set me right again.  In the meanwhile I must unfortunately advise you to accept D.’s proposal.  The G. D. is not here, and no other course is open until the performance actually takes place.  After that I hope to get you a few hundred francs more.  D. tells me that “Rienzi” is to take the place of the “Prophet” next season.  Five (say 5) new decorations have been ordered, and are in preparation.  Meffert will sing the title part, and the other characters will be decently represented, while the chorus will be increased by soldiers.  Let it therefore take its course until we can do something better.  Patience, says Byron, is the virtue of mules, but he who does not possess it remains a miserable ass.

I shall write to you in a few days about several things not connected with business.  Most cordially

Your

F. L.

June 24th (birthday of the Grand Duke, who is not expected back here before eight or ten days.  From Baden he has gone to Switzerland with his wife).

Your photograph has arrived at last, and lights up my room.

306.

Most unique of men,