November 13th, 1839.
Bertha and I had spent so long in the garden talking confidentially that her father told her not to go out for so long in the evening, as we could be together in the house. Friedrich Kavel, who was in Klemzig, kept me in the Pastor's apartment overnight.

November 14th, 1839.
Friedrich Kavel went with me into town and said a lot about my marriage matter, which didn't lead me to expect anything good from Pastor Kavel; He took the decision with him, and Mr. Kook also said that my letter was too strong.

November 17th, 1839. Sunday.
At the table with Br. Teichelmann at Drescher, to which Menge [had invited himself]. Drescher drunk.

In the afternoon I was back in Klemzig; Fiedler told me that he had paid a friendly visit to the Kavel family and that the old mother seemed to have changed her mind in her current illness. Thank God. To my chagrin, Bertha was busy all day; When we sat behind the tree in the garden and I read Kavel's letter and my answer to her, Br. Teichelmann and Julius Fiedler surprised us. In the evening we sat together in confidence for another hour in the same old spot, even though it was raining. She showed her tender concern for me by covering my bare head with her shawl in the cold rain and regretting that many an evening I had to go home alone in the dark for her sake. She said that so far she had not enjoyed any happiness equal to that of love. I said that I was so sorry that she was so busy with all sorts of business, and had no real role model or companion whose association could be useful for the development of her character, and so on. She completely agreed with that.

November 18th, 1839.
Fiedler had me picked up by August(168) to do some business with him in the city. In the evening I wanted to visit my dear Bertha, but heavy rain prevented me.

November 19th, 1839.
The fourth letter was written to the society and to Pastor Wermelskirch, as Pastor Kavel has still not responded.

( 177 ) On the way to Klemzig I met two people from Hahndorf who gave me Pastor Kavel's reply to my last letter. The impression it made on me was a mixture of sadness and anger, which I was only able to fend off with difficulty. The news also made a sad impression on my dear Bertha.

First I almost got into an argument with Füssli about the English word "Esquire", and when Julius Fiedler came home, he got into a heated argument with Füssli; later also Ferdinand Kavel with Dr. Pundt so hard that he picked up a chair. Tired