Dear Mohr,

My brother left this evening, because my mother has fallen seriously ill and sent for him by telegram.

The affair with Ermen is pretty well in order. My family is leaving £10,000 capital in the business, which it must also leave me when I become a partner. My material position is improving immediately, at least the percentage of participation. I will tell you all about that by word of mouth when I come over at Whitsun. That is, provided everything is in order by then and nothing happens to my mother, so that I can come at all. But I almost fear contagion from my father. I feel as though typhus has now fastened itself upon our family.

About other points tomorrow.

Siebel wants to know whether you found, among the papers he brought, the pamphlet *The Sphinx on the French Imperial Throne*; Schily is missing it and is afraid it may otherwise have gone astray for him.

Saw Lupus yesterday. The bone is still plaguing him. In addition rheumatism. It almost seems as if Gumpert’s intervention is making the process more acute, which is also good; the sooner it passes, the better, and afterwards L. will be firmly on his feet again.

Regards to the family.

Yours