Thursday, September 5:
In the margin: R. complaining humorously of his lack of popularity in Weimar; nobody recognizes him. He goes into the Anker, swears that he saw bedbugs there, and says that is where one must go in order to get to know one's fellow countrymen.
I write to Marie M., then we visit our dear old Alwine Frommann, in whose little apartment, with its portrait of La Roche Jacquelein, we feel very much at home. Home at about eleven; my father comes to fetch us. I notice at once that his mood has changed. He has had to pay for having shown his great affection for me yesterday!
We went to his house to make music, Götterdämmerung, but the music making would not work. He came to Baroness Loen's, where we were all invited for lunch, with the Bojanowskis and Baroness Meyendorff, and was silent and fatigued; Frau von Meyendorff also silent, but content.
After lunch we returned to Fraulein Frommann's and stayed there some time before going on to my father's. The same mood. R. very charming, helping out with witticisms: "I wish I had your eyebrows," he says to my father, which makes us laugh a lot. My father plays us the Adagio from Opus 106, but everything with reserve. He hardly looked at me at table, spoke only to Frau von Meyendorff, and of his idea, put forward explicitly yesterday, of accompanying us as far as Eisenach, nothing more has been said.