Monday, March 16:
Early this morning a visit from friend Feustel, who has at last received friend Brandt’s calculations and again plunges us in gloom. R. works, though in despondent spirits, and I have things to do in the house, both morning and afternoon; I miss the dismissed governess very much, also from a practical point of view, and on top of that the ever-increasing expenses.
I feel it as a true liberation when R. reads me some scenes from The Tempest in the evening.
Recently we were truly appalled to come upon a piece of work by E. v. Hartmann—a defamation of Romeo and Juliet! (Mimi Schl. writes about an approaching auction of works of art in aid of Bayreuth.)