My dear old heart’s Löwos:
Those were sad hours of loneliness and abandonment after your departure! It enabled me to realize how deep you have grown into my heart, my precious, precious pet. Now I am trying to accustom myself to the unavoidable, but reactions will be sure to return, for I miss you too deeply.
I have followed you in my thoughts on the stages of your journey. Now you are probably through breakfast and waiting for the train at the railway station.
If only days enough had gone by, so that I could say, “Day after to-morrow it will be day after to-morrow, and so on.”
I shall not be so well looked after to-day as I am by you. Maria Louise has just been in for a moment; she has taken cold, so is not exactly rosy and merry.
As soon as I have finished writing these lines I must rest awhile. Even writing takes hold of me. I will lie back and think about you. If our nerves were only receptive for telepathy we should certainly be in close contact these days! The doctor is taking his time about his morning visit to-day; but I believe the leg is somewhat better.
Farewell, my dearest, I kiss you many thousand times.
Your Own
April 2, 1902
My precious Löwos: