He told me honestly enough how he got into debt. "How can one lay by for a rainy day when one hasn't got anything?"
I appreciate the play of words, for I am in the same predicament.
Only once has Henry touched a card, but he lost considerably in horse deals, as most young army officers do.
His sister made a rich marriage, but he wouldn't discover himself to her. If she asked money of her husband, there might be trouble, for Vitzthum is not a liberal man.
Loschwitz, April 1, 1901.
The children's health called for country air and I was quasi-forced to retire to Loschwitz, though I have a thousand and one reasons for remaining in Dresden. Frederick Augustus accompanies us. After the strenuous city life (in Dresden!), he needs a change and a long rest from drinking and carousing, he says boastingly.
Of course, while he is here, I dare not invite the Vitzthums. But as soon as he is gone, they shall come for a couple of weeks, and their presence will make Henry's possible.
It's dreadful the way I miss the sweet boy. I suffer like a dog, when the longing seizes me, suffer both in heart and body. When I contemplate his miniature, tears come into my eyes. I often cry for hours thinking of him.
And to have to endure this great booby of a husband of mine day and night, especially nights. It's almost more than I can bear.