Tuesday, August 27:
R. is so worn out that he begs me to drive into town, to look at the plans, and make his excuses at the architects’ office; this I do, and at the same time visit our house. R. works.
Herr Brückwald at lunch, which is a bit difficult for us, but over which we finally joke.
In the evening talked about the journey of the Crown Prince through Bavaria, very humiliating for the King, but how to change that? Discussion over the wretched state of teachers and clergymen. A shame that it is so, need for a sweeping reform; but who is even thinking of it?
Letter from my mother, she seems to be quite well.