My dear Prince, My worthy brother,
I
am satisfied with this arrangement, that is to say, provided that
in some way or other I shall be given some kind of written guarantee
about the 2000 gulden for the opera - I gladly give up the day
in the theatre, although I am convinced beforehand that during
the present year also those days will be given only to worthless
people. As for the Redoutensaal, well, I must think over that
suggestion more carefully -
My
dear Prince, my worthy brother, all good wishes. Betake yourself
in the meantime to Your Excellency's royal poetical country and
I will concern myself no less with my own realm of music - My
colic is better - But my poor finger had to undergo yesterday
a drastic nail operation. When I wrote to you yesterday it looked
very angry. Today it is quite limp with pain.
NB.
I can't go out yet, not today. But I hope to go to H[artl] tomorrow.