I thank you, my good papa, for the interest you take in my health; it is somewhat better, but my soul is very sick. It is that soul, honest and too sensitive, that is killing me. I must absolutely have a long and detailed conversation with you. I want you to know thoroughly my heart and those who have cruelly wounded it … and it may be important for you to know a thing that may concern you some day. Would you, could you receive me Wednesday, the day after tomorrow, at ten in the morning, and close your door for an hour, so that my soul can open itself to yours and receive comfort and advice. Send me a word right away; it must not be known that you are writing to me or that I am going to see you. Farewell; you are my father. It is the father’s love that I need more than ever.