Letter T14 1 Paris, 4 August 1889
Dear Vincent,
I thought it so strange not to get a letter from you that I telegraphed in order to learn if you were well. Dr. Peyron answered me in a letter that you have been ill for a day or two, but that you are already recovering a bit. Poor fellow,
how dearly I should like to know what to do to put a stop to this nightmare. When your letter did not come to hand, I had an idea, I don’t know why, that you were travelling to us, and that you would come and give us a surprise. If you should ever think it might do you good to be among people who would be glad to do their utmost to give you some stimulus, and who would love to have you with them, please remember our little guest room. It was inaugurated the other day by Jo’s mother, so it has proved itself habitable. I hope that this indisposition is nothing but an aftereffect of the last crisis, but if you ascribe this relapse to something special, do inform me of it in any case. Are the doctor and the rest of the staff good to you? Do they make any distinction between the various patients,
or does this depend on what they pay?
If one is uneasy in one’s mind, one is apt to see things in a different and worse light, so please write as soon as you can, if only a word or two. I do not think I worry more than necessary, but I hope nevertheless that you will tell me everything. All is well with us, and I feel a lot better than I did some time ago, and my cough is entirely gone now,
thanks to Rivet’s remedies.
In your last letter you wrote me that we were brothers for more than one reason. This is what I feel too, and though my heart is not as sensitive as yours, I can enter at times into your feeling of being smothered by so many thoughts that cannot be resolved. Never lose courage, and remember how much I want you.
Jo cordially wishes you a speedy recovery. I hope you will be able to give good news about yourself soon.
Yours, Theo 1. This letter was written in Dutch, obviously to prevent its being read by others