Sunday, March 30:
God, R. had a good night. He even dreamed of Bismarck, who, having just concluded a war, conversed amicably with him. I dreamed of the Emperor and Empress!
Went to church with the two big girls; the sermon remains a misery! Family lunch and a long walk with R., across the meadow to the theater, where progress is really very slow. We listen to a lark hovering in the sky; returning home, I am alarmed by Fidi’s sudden shivering and twitching. The doctor regards it as of no significance, and at midnight I succeed in calming him down by holding his hands. Gloomy evening on account of the child’s indisposition.