[May-June 1934]
Dear Dr.
We are landing in a few hours. If I have ever done wrong in my life, then I have done penitence for it during this trip. (As if one could miss it!)
I should have been with the children long before this, they were in affliction and cried out to me, and I stayed firm!
[ALS. On letterhead: “S.S. PARIS”. Folio, p. 1.]

That could drive me mad. The self-reproaches are just as bad as the worries I have for the child. Why did I act like that? Yes, why?
How these children mean everything to me.
A Berlin physician has been with her for the past week. I summoned him there from Princeton. He flew. He must have somehow intervened successfully! For otherwise she would no longer be with us. Now I have to keep that doctor there. Shall I succeed with that? Perhaps with very great material sacrifice. I would do it.—
Would you forward the enclosed letter? The gentleman forgot to sign. I don’t know his name. He sent to me, on board ship, a big crate of red

 [Folio, pp. 2 & 3.]

roses. A true glory. Was the evening with him successful?—
May kind providence grant that I find my child in such a state that I can still hope. Amicably 
Yours,
	Elsa Einstein.
 [Folio, p. 4.]