acquaintance and begged him to explain my situation to the Grand Duke and induce him to send me some help—­to be regarded possibly as payment in advance for my new operas.  In response to this I received the startling and unexpected sum of fifteen hundred marks through Muller’s instrumentality.  It was not until some time after that I accounted for this generosity by the supposition that the Grand Duke’s amiable behaviour towards me had been a deliberate attempt to make an impression upon his friend Liszt, whom he wished to entice back to Weimar at all costs.  He was certainly not mistaken in counting on the excellent effect his binding generosity to me would have on our common friend.

I was therefore in a position to go to Dresden for a few days at once, to renew my provision for Minna, and at the same time to honour her with one of the visits deemed necessary to support her in her difficult situation.  Minna conducted me from the station to the flat which she had taken and furnished in Walpurgisstrasse, a street which had not been built at the time I left Dresden.  She had as usual arranged her home very tastefully, and with the aim evidently of making me comfortable.  I was greeted on the threshold by a little mat embroidered with the word Salve, and I recognised our Paris drawing-room at once in the red silk curtains and the furniture.  I was to have a majestic bedroom, an exceedingly comfortable study on the other side, as well as the drawing-room at my entire disposal, while she installed herself in one little room with recesses looking on to the yard.  The study was adorned by the magnificent mahogany bureau which had originally been made for my house when I was conductor at Dresden.  It had been bought in by the Ritter family, after my flight from that city, and presented to Kummer, the son-in-law, from whom Minna had hired it temporarily, leaving me the option of buying it back for one hundred and eighty marks.  As I showed no desire to do so her mood became gloomier.  Oppressed by the fearful embarrassment which she experienced on being alone with me, she had invited my sister Clara to come on a visit from Chemnitz, and was now sharing the small room at her disposal with Her.  Clara proved herself extraordinarily wise and sympathetic on this as on former occasions.  She pitied Minna of course, and was anxious to help her at this difficult period, though always with a view to strengthening her in the conviction that our parting was unavoidable.  An exact knowledge of my extremely awkward position now seemed called for.  My financial difficulties were so crushing that the only excuse for telling Minna was to silence her uneasy suspicions about me.  I did, however, succeed in avoiding all explanations with her—­the more easily as my meetings with Fritz Brockhaus and his family (including the married daughter Clara Kessinger), the Pusinellis, old Heine, and lastly the two Schnorrs, provided a pretext for our spending most of the time in the society of others.