Wednesday, November 4:
R. again had a wretched night, disturbed by all sorts of bad dreams. I am very worried about him. Frau Vitethum comes in the morning and stays to lunch, which is a great strain on him. I walk to the theater in the afternoon, to gaze on it with solemn, indeed worried feelings!
In the afternoon a letter from Constantin Frantz, after many years. He reproaches R. with disloyalty, says the Kaisermarsch had stabbed him to the heart! ... At the same time he sends two pamphlets, The Prussian Intelligence and Its Limitations and Jews and the Reich Constitution.
In the evening I went through a large part of the third act of Die Meistersinger, a splendid work, not yet at all appreciated.