Tuesday, June 8:
In the morning I was able to greet R. happily and cheerfully. He, on the other hand, seemed somewhat unwell, for which the thundery atmosphere was mainly responsible, and it also made me very restless and weak throughout the day.
Our son is well; R. laughs about his strong fists; his well-shaped head delights us both. We spoke a lot about the significant change he has brought about in our fate.
Hermine had come back on the previous evening. The children were very content to have her with them again. Today R. went down to speak to her and found her, just as we desired, resolved to perform her duties loyally and perseveringly, in accordance with our trust in her. She, too, received a suitable present from R., who also assured her of his willingness to care for her throughout her life if she remained good and loyal.
Much of what R. told me helped to put my mind at rest. But in general my condition remained very painful, and in particular my exhaustion and weakness were great. Toward evening R. was in town with the children for quite a while, making purchases.
In regard to our son's christening, an attempt is being made to see whether the local Protestant priest thinks he can carry out the sacred task quietly here in the house without attracting the attention of the Catholic clergy.
The day came to an end in a mood of mildness and harmony: Siegfried is flourishing, and his mother is glad to be alive. R. leaves me about 10 o'clock; I sleep. Letter from Villot.