Saturday, December 30:
Still writing letters while R. is in town with the children making purchases for me for the New Year, divine good man that he is! They all come home in great excitement, having drunk some hot chocolate, and bringing all sorts of good things with them!
Harmonious afternoon in spite of household cares; our landlord, Herr Am Rhyn, who has been behaving very badly, nevertheless feels the urge to visit R. and to apologize, more or less. In the evening a long conversation about Balzac; R. reads the arrest of Vautrin from Père Goriot and admires Balzac’s mastery.