I never but once saw Chopin angry; it was at this time ! A delicate flush colored his pale cheeks, and he looked very handsome.
LOL. I wonder if WVL had a crush. I will have to get the original German version to see exactly what he said.
Yuck - it does sound like a crush.
Sometimes it seems like everyone in Paris had the hots for Chopin, though that's partly because everyone is so amazingly flowery in their descriptions of his playing (which Chopin seemed to hate from some people, and love from others...or maybe it depended on his mood).
This is another interesting bit from Lenz:
About this time there lived in Paris a pianist by the name of Gutmann; a rough fellow at the piano, but with robust health, and a herculean frame. Through these physical endowments, he impressed Chopin—the Sand also extended to him her protection. Chopin praised Gutmann as the pianist whose interpretation of his compositions was most grateful to him! That was strong! He said "he had taught himself." That was stronger, he, a giant! The Scherzo in C sharp minor, Op. 39, is dedicated to Gutmann, and Chopin certainly had his prize-fighter fist in mind, when he composed it, for no left hand can take the chord in the bass (sixth measure, d sharp, f sharp, g, d sharp, f sharp), least of all Chopin's hand, which arpeggio'd over the easy-running, narrow-keyed Pleyel. Only Gutmann could "knock a hole in a table" with that chord! I heard him at Chopin's; he played like a porter; so does Genius allow itself to be deluded, when its own weaknesses sit in judgment! To the little Filtsch, and me, Gutmann was a horror; we derided him; he learned absolutely nothing of Chopin, though Chopin took so much trouble to try and carve a toothpick out of this log! That was sufficient to blindfold him. Nothing more was ever heard of this Gutmann—he was a discovery of Chopin's.
And of course, Gutmann was one of the people that actually was at the death of Chopin.