London, 26 July 1886 

Dear Baron, 

I have today sent you a Volkszeitung and shall tomorrow send off 
the one that arrived today; also Deutsche Worte, wherein the first in- 
stalment of an article on Gustav Cohn °° —so far quite delightful. 
You really must get hold of the chap* for the Neue Zeit. 

Yesterday we were more or less on our own — Tussy was ill as well 
so that Aveling had to leave early — it’s nothing much, but neverthe- 
less troublesome. On top of that it was raining cats and dogs I hope 
you are having better weather down in the south-east where the cli- 
mate is more continental than anywhere else in England. 

So Dilke has providentially gone into political exile — requiescat in 
pace!» That’s what comes of protestant hypocrisy. None of this busi- 
ness could ever have happened in a Catholic country——either in 
Vienna or in Rome or in Paris—nor yet in Petersburg; such whited 
sepulchres are possible only in two centres — London and Berlin. In 
fact, if Berlin is becoming a metropolis, this is only because London is 
increasingly deteriorating into a Berlin. What could be more typical 
of Berlin than gallant Captain Forster escorting his lady-friend to 
a brothel ? 5°° 

No other news to speak of— Schorlemmer has gone to Germany; 
I am getting better every day. Nim has just finished reading Martyrer 
der Phantasie* aloud (end has come!!) and is knitting stockings. Kind- 
est regards to you and your wife from us both. 

Your 
F.E. 

If there should be anything you want doing at home, I have once 
more reached the stage at which I can perfectly well walk as far as 

 Julius Platter-> may he rest in peace-° The Martyrs of Imagination 

that, and hope this will continue; so if I can do you any service, don’t 
hesitate to let me know.