Dear Mrs Adler,

This year, alas, nothing is likely to come of the trip to the
Continent which I should dearly like to make, if only to come and
see you at Lunz and convince you that I can indeed eat Austrian
food, and with very good appetite, as Louise can testify; she never
dresses a salad for me save after the Viennese fashion. But if I
don't come and see you, there is, after all, another alternative.
Perhaps you will accompany Victor to Brussels, in which case we
could make one another's acquaintance just as well here in
London. Brussels is but a stone's throw from here, so what do you
think? If, however, you should not go to Brussels, could you not
authorise your husband to spend a few days over here to
recuperate from the wear and tear of the world congress? That
sort of thing is a tremendous strain, and spending a few days in
London after it would greatly benefit his health.

The African Chief Justice, Sam Moore, has just arrived, and I
must stop—do please come. Louise is sure to coax you into it—
but if you cannot, then send your deputy.

Kisses to your dear children about whom Louise has told me so
much.

Very sincerely yours,

F. Engels