{Manchester,} Thursday [15 May 1851] 

Dear Marx, 

Last week I sent off a whole snir-toan of letters to you, among 
them 1 containing money and | through Pieper. Then last 
Tuesday, yet another, to which I was expecting an answer at least 
today. Pas une ligne? I can only suppose that all the letters went 
astray, since I had at least expected an answer to the one sent 
through Pieper; its failure to arrive has put me in an awkward 
position vis-a-vis the postmaster here. Or else there’s been some 
mishap, in which case, too, deux mots’ would be welcome since I’m 
considérablement worried by the business and, unless I hear from 
you tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow at the latest, I shan’t 
know what’s the matter, or how I should arrange for letters to reach 
you without going astray. 

a Not a line. - > a couple of words 

The postmaster here has asked that in future you should not 
address your letters as up till now, but like this: at the top, the 
name, beneath it, number and street and, right at the bottom, 
Manchester. He blames this for the fact that a recent letter of 
yours made the return journey to London and then back here 
again. An answer by return, then. 

Your 
F. E.