At four o'clock 
                in the afternoon. 
                     Hardly 
                have I arrived home when the first thing I do is to write to you, 
                dear Bigot. I can well believe that my strange behaviour has startled 
                you -- I am not apologizing for it, for then I should be assuming 
                that you attach great value to me and that what I did 
                must have hurt you -- I feel too keenly how little I still 
                mean to you - At the same time you would be wrong to think that 
                my behaviour was prompted to any extent by my displeasure at 
                the refusal of my request to Marie -- True enough, I cannot 
                deny it, I felt very much hurt; and the reason why I did not speak 
                to you was in order not to display my feelings; -- Of course 
                I realized later on that this was rather exaggerated, but I can 
                assure you by all that is true that this was the true reason 
                -- I am so very fond of you all, and why should I not confess 
                it; indeed you are the dearest people I have met since 
                I left my native town -- It is natural, therefore, that I should 
                be hurt by some action of yours much more then buy that of other 
                people, who are of no particular interest to me -- It occurred 
                to me that our kind and excellent Marie might possibly think that 
                my invitation of yesterday was connected with the conversation 
                about it of the day before yesterday. -- but that is certainly 
                not the case -- And I still cannot understand why it would have 
                been the improper if Marie and Caroline had come out driving with 
                me -- But we shall talk about this -- Do let me know quickly in 
                two words whether my behavior has offended you. You cannot conceive 
                the pain it causes me really to think that I have given you an 
                unpleasant moment -- If I have done so, and I have been sufficiently 
                punished for it, seeing that at table the thought constantly 
                tortured me -- Owing to some exceedingly pressing business it 
                is impossible for me to call on you -- I have to go out and I 
                shall not be home until a late hour, when I hoped to find a few 
                lines from you which will comfort me -- At the same time I cannot 
                conceal the fact that this incident has affected my emotions and 
                that I shall always hesitate to look forward with pleasure to 
                anything I may expect to receive from you -- Am I to withdraw 
                myself timidly, and with the feeling of regret that I should have 
                failed to win the confidence of people who are so dear and so 
                precious to me and in whose company, ever since I have made 
                their acquaintance, have constantly felt a desire to be treated 
                by them no longer as a stranger? -- Am I to do that? -- Impossible 
                -- I press you all to my heart and remain ever you're faithful
                                                                                                         Bthvn.
                I didn't see Caroline today,
                Is she poorly again?