Wednesday, August 27:
Wrote to my father; R. sends off his circular. Letters from Berlin and Hamburg; Herr Loser gets in touch again, announces a visit, and makes proposals for concerts. Curiously enough, R. said only yesterday that he would presumably have to go to Berlin in October, so that he can at least complete the theater. God knows.
Family lunch with Malwida; dull and close weather in the garden; the lower rooms in the house cause me much concern, for they ... R. complains about his foot; I very much fear the onset of gout.