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7 September 1912
Vienna, IX. Berggasse 19
My dear Jones,
No sudden attack of old age makes my hand shaky. I am writing you in the train from Vienna to Italy and my hand plays the part of a seismometres needle.
Both your letters and your telegram1 were very painful to me. It seems to be a time where I cannot keep the promises given to my friends and dear ones. I aroused all the appetites of my youngest daughter by the prospect of a winter spent in Italy and could not send her on account of the betrothal of her older sister.2 I bade Rank prepare for a sojourn at London and I had to disappoint him as well as you owing to the illness of the eldest daughter.
It is a discomfortable feeling, if such accidents go on repeating themselves and invalidating [yo]3 one's intentions and promises.
There was a rapid improvement in my daughters condition, after pregnancy had been interrupted and my children as well as the physician insisted that I should go back into my vacancies [vacation]. But there is some fever still present I hope not for long time more. So I could have kept my date at London, neglecting slight misgivings for the next time, had I been in better condition myself.
I felt increasing fatigue and inactivity since Karlsbad, sleeping badly and