Tuesday, April 13:
First letter from the children in the Luisenstift; they seem content! I drive to Prof. Osterley’s, who takes me to the museum: a fine Miereveldt, a fine Titian, a fine Rubens.
At 2 o’clock we depart for Brunswick; R. is uncertain about Frl. Weckerlin (Sieglinde or Gutrune). In the hotel, we are properly fleeced, as is now customary in Germany. We are met and shown around Brunswick by the conductor Herr Abt. A very nice impression of the town (“Patience, patience, though the house may break!,” says R.); R. calls on the theater manager Herr V. Rudolphi, who makes a good impression on him. In the evening some enthusiastic supporters come to supper, and there is cheerful good fellowship.