“Aug. 28.

“I had a letter from Adeläida to-day about Arnold Trowell— And at present I have no idea how I felt. First so sorrowful, so hurt, so pained—that I contemplated the most outrageous things; but now only old and angry and lonely, and as though everything except my 'cello had lost its interest for me—Now what is it to be? Shall I applaud him in his manner of living— Shall I say—Do as you please—Live as you like—See Life—gain Experience, increase your outlook, or shall I condemn it. This is how I think. It's a great pity that artists do live so. But as they do—well—But I shall not.”