Monsieur Gogh,

I should have liked to have had the honour of announcing an improvement in your brother's health.

Unfortunately, I can't. Yesterday, Thursday, my wife went to see him, and he hid his face when he saw her coming. When she spoke to him, he replied well enough, and talked to her about our little girl, and asked if she was still as pretty as ever. Today, Friday, I went there but could not see him. The intern and the attendant told me that after my wife left, he had had a terrible attack; he had a very bad night, and they had to put him in an isolated room. Since he has been locked in this room, he has eaten no food and utterly refused to talk. That is the exact state of your brother at present.

The intern has told me that the doctor has for a few days postponed the decision to have him placed in a mental hospital in Aix.

Please, Monsieur, accept my sincere greetings.

Roulin, Joseph