[Manchester,] 25 May 1873 

Dear Frep, 

I am quickly writing these few lines in reply in Schorlemmer’s 
room. I am just on the point of going for a walk with him since 
Moore* is with his Dulcinea and only intends to reappear at about 
6 O'CLOCK. 

It was damnably cold here with an easterly wind until today, so 
that I have caught a cold in optima forma. 

The same day, or rather evening, as I arrived, the first person I 
encountered was, as usual, the inevitable Borchardt. 

Yesterday I also met the worthy Knowles, very boozy, with a 
reddish complexion. 

Brave Dakyns, I learn from Moore, will have nothing more to do 
with the International because it has split. 

I would be grateful if you could give the £50 to my wife. 

Salut. 

Your 
K. M. 

Schorlemmer sends his regards and says—alluding to your letter 
to Gumpert *—that he has been confirmed once again in his 
belief that you are a great strategist.