Monday, March 8:
At last a good, quiet night for R. Tiresome news from home, which obliges me to write letters. A walk with R. in very raw weather; visited my father, a curiously melancholy impression.
Dinner in the evening at the Casino, two Counts Apponyi, a Herr von Husar, a member of Parliament, and Mihalovich. Afterward music in Richter’s home; my father plays the “Schlummerlied im Grabe” for Marie Muchanoff. Deep emotion in remembrance.