Wednesday, April 10:
Loldi’s birthday; present giving, Fidi in a bad mood, because no chocolate! R. has written out the last page of the sketches for Loldchen. At lunch yesterday he told me that he would send a little gift every year to the Protestant church here, because our wedding ceremony had been the most beneficent thing in his whole life, the one real favor from the outside world.
But his mood today is sad, the thought of where and how to settle down. He prepares for his performance of the Ninth Symphony. Telegram from the agents: Brussels has been saved, and Der Fliegende Holländer has brought in 50 francs.
In the evening R. in a very curious mood concerning his position. Fine letter from Dr. Rohde, pouring out his whole heart in a glorification of R. In the evening read the fairy tales.