Saturday, October 24:
R. works, and I write some letters, after having tidied things up. I caught cold on the journey and cannot do much beyond continuing to read the professor's paper, which I find really very stimulating.
In the afternoon R. goes out with Fidi; in Angermann's a stranger addresses the child: “Can you drink beer, too?” Fidi is silent, then shyly says yes, whereupon R.: “The boy does not know you, my dear sir.” R. takes much delight in Fidi, says, “To have a boy like this beside me who calls me Papa and asks all sorts of questions, how wonderful it is!”
I arrange the Dürer table as a flower table. R. finds a letter from Councilor Diifflipp, demanding that the patrons' money be paid into the treasury; R. replies to him, pointing out that in this case the royal credit would be of no help. In the evening, with the musicians, a Haydn symphony is gone through, then the Tannhäuser Overture.