Thursday, November 16:
R. greets me as "the only, the best, the loveliest," thanks me for coming to him, and says he cannot imagine what he or indeed the world itself would be like without me!
While working with the children I receive from the banker the dismal news that he has not received the money order. How to bear it? First resolve: not to tell R. while he is working; second: to keep the children as much as possible from noticing anything. All my little savings now probably lost. I have to weep bitterly, though I know that many others suffer similar misfortunes.
At lunch R. notices that Jakob is not serving, and I have to inform him that I have sent him to the post office concerning the lost money order. It gives R. a great shock. Jakob returns home bringing the receipt. Has it been misappropriated by the Prussian mail, or even perhaps by the banker himself? The name Joachim was ominous!
On top of this misfortune, Grane took fright in town and knocked down a child, badly injuring it. Compensation troubles. To add to this, domestic worries, which I had felt coming, and--worst of all for me--Lulu unwell again, plagued by a severe headache! Hans Herrig sends some articles about Schopenhauer, very green. The success of Lohengrin is still growing in Bologna. But over and above it all our love!