London, 9 November 1875 
Dear Rudolf, 

I’m sorry that nothing has come of Paul’s* trip; next year, 
perhaps. 

a Paul Engels 

Last Saturday I and my wife returned from Heidelberg where 
we had taken our little one to spend a year en pension.’ On the 
return journey we drank a truly excellent Oberingelheimer at the 
Domhotel; I at once ordered some to be sent to me and would ask 
you to arrange to pay Mr Theodor Metz, Domhotel, Cologne, 
35 talers=105 marks for my account. 

Cologne is a town of miracles. Thus, between the Cathedral and 
the Central Station, I came upon a gentleman so similar to 
Hermann* as to be indistinguishable from him, save that he 
seemed to have grown somewhat, had a more grizzled beard and 
looked frightfully serious. 1 was only waiting—alas in vain—for 
him to go through the usual performance of collecting himself 
before falling into his arms. This miracle happened last Friday 
morning between 10 and 11 o’clock. 

Love to Mathilde” and the children. 

Your 
Friedrich