Wednesday, July 3:
Troubled night; Dr. L[ang]’s insults return to my mind, I have the feeling of being utterly without protection or defense, and, determined as I may be to live only within my own four walls, to think and breathe only for R. and the children, nevertheless it seems that anyone can throw mud at me to his heart’s content, a wretched feeling.
Telegram from Marie M[uchanoff] that she is arriving tomorrow, in consequence of which family lunch and grand moving of furniture, since she wishes to live near us and there are no more rooms to be had in the hotel. The children move downstairs, six in one room!
R. is also in melancholy mood, but on returning from his walk he tells me that he felt curiously comforted by fireflies which he saw swarming in the darkness of the woods; he wept in the woods with emotion.