Thursday, March 11:
Left at 8 o’clock; my father accompanies us to the station. Sad parting! A gypsy band is playing in Neuhausel, R. asks them for a czardas, which they play; it moves me very much with its wild fieriness, its desolate melancholy, it makes me think of my father; the sky is gray. I should dearly have liked to remain another day in Pest with my father; I did not suggest it, but it was hard not to.
At 2 o’clock welcomed by the good Standhartners in Vienna. Davidsohn writes suggesting a concert in Berlin; I reply to him, accepting in R.’s name. We shall need much money; the people in Karlsruhe are stirring up all the Court orchestras, and now they have persuaded the people in Schwerin to demand higher terms.