Dear, dear J[osephine],
Today
I can send you only a few lines - If you fancy that I am enjoying
an excessive amount of entertainment, you are mistaken. My head
is beginning to feel better and so - I am living in greater solitude
- the more so as here I can find hardly any company congenial
to me - You are not well - How sorry I am not to be able to see
you - But it is better for your piece of mind and mine not to
see you - You have not offended me - I was sensitive, I admit,
but for a very different reason from the one you are inclined
to adduce - Today I cannot write to you more fully about this.
But come what may, our opinion of one another most certainly rests
on such favourable foundations that trifles can never separate
us - and yet trifles can certainly produce reflections - which,
Heaven be thanked, do not occur too late - nothing against you,
dear J[osephine], all - all in your favour - and yet it must be
so - All good wishes, beloved J[osephine] - more of this in a
few days.