Thursday, December 14:
Into town early. News from M. Meysenbug that Lohengrin had an unparalleled success in Florence; letter from an Italian impresario, who wants to tour the towns of Italy and Germany (with Lohengrin). Telegram from R. in Bayreuth, then letter; somewhat sad. I am gnawed by worry about him—the nearer the reunion, the harder, almost, the separation! — Called the doctor: Fidi has a touch of eczema, and his stomach is very swollen. Dispatched copies of the second volume of the writings, in the evening wrote to R. in Mannheim. Anxious day—God help me—why do I feel so worried?