Saturday, February 3:
Went sadly to bed; rose despondent. A new snowfall covers poor Fitzo. The children do not seem to be thinking about him; I shall probably be the only one in whom the poor creature will live on.
In the afternoon a letter from R.; he is going to Munich, for what reason I do not exactly know. He really did see the Grand Duke in Weimar. He is happy about everything in Bayreuth, Feustel, Fantaisie, the house, everything. God give him His blessing. (Letters to Fritz and Judith.)