Saturday, December 9:
At five o’clock took R. to the station; the cold cruel; final sorrow. Home alone, to bed. It must all be borne in God’s name! At 10 o’clock telegram from R. in Zurich, announcing a letter. Lunch with the children. Wrote to Hans, afterward fetched my letter; it had arrived, and later still a telegram from Lindau! — R. had a cold journey, very cold, but “his heart kept him warm.” Frau W. sends some dolls. Loldi dictates a letter, I write to R. — Telegram from Lucca in Florence, saying Lohengrin is making fanatics of everybody there! — Shared everything with the children.