Monday, April 12:
Letters: some more domestic unpleasantnesses! Visits, among others a singer from Bremen (Wilde), who seems capable. She sings the “Prayer” from Tannhäuser, which always affects and moves me unutterably.
At 4 o’clock we are taken to a banquet of the Society of Artists, which proves to be a friendly occasion, if somewhat long. The president tells me that, when they thought of inviting R., many of the artists gave him an alarming description of his manner and maintained that he would throw the invitation back in their faces, etc. Now, through R.’s friendliness, they were experiencing a triumph!