Joking aside, I know I'm bound to lose in the bet with Charles.
Arthur, frankly, during this long voyage, your letters are among the few things that bring me amusement.
It's a pity I could not witness your 'resurrection' spectacle in person. Though, thinking back, when I heard you actually crawled out of a coffin, I thought Alexander and Charles were pulling a nasty prank on me. Looking back, it was indeed quite hilarious.
Your adventures in France, Hanover, and Russia are rich enough to make anyone jealous! Arthur, don't hide it from me, Alexander has already spilled the beans about you being hailed as — London's Liszt.
Considering our years of friendship, just fess up, you bastard, how many noblewomen and young ladies have you intertwined with in Paris, Gottingen, and St. Petersburg?
Exactly!
Don't get it twisted!
I'm literally asking how many you've slept with!
