And it is to this end that I must be patient.... I realize it as you do, ... but the heart has reasons that reason knows not! If I could only put my brain to sleep until the day when they find the guilty one I should bear physical torments valiantly, I should not waver. And then think of the atmosphere that is to envelop me on the path I have yet to follow!
But my heart must be silent. I gain each time new strength, new patience, from your dear eyes.
Do not think any longer of my sufferings. You can comfort me only in doing as you have done—in searching for the guilty one, without a thought of truce—without an hour of rest.
I have read Pierrot’s few lines in Marie’s letter. Thank them both, particularly the hand that directed the hand of Pierrot.
Make of our dear children vigorous and healthy beings.
I embrace you as I love you.
Alfred.
Tuesday, 15 January, 1895, 9 o’clock in the morning.
My Darling: