Friday, July 25:
As a result of our evening conversation, R. has horrible dreams about bandits, and gets to the stage of asking himself in terror whether it will be discovered that he stole 60,000 florins.
(Interruption of 14 days. I take up my diary again on Friday, August 8, and write from memory.)
Captain von Steinitz and wife arrive and spend the evening with us. The good lady has the best intentions, but also all the bad theatrical habits, and R. hardly thinks he will be able to