Friday, April 30:
A letter from Hans to Loulou; he has been unwell. Also from Countess Krockow, who wants to visit me. Lusch writes to her father. I sit beside her, embroidering. R. comes in and presses my hand fervently; he is in the midst of his work, "Heil der Mutter, die mich gebar" ["Hail to the mother who bore me"].
The doctor comes on account of Lulu; I am not happy with her appearance. She and Boni look lifeless beside Loldi and Eva. After lunch I sent them into town, then I work with Lusch, a little biblical history, then natural history, and I point out to her butterflies, swallowtail, orange-tip, peacock, which yesterday flew up in front of us. Then everyone to bed, and R. again read me some of Frederick the Great's letters.