Monday, August 23:
Very worn out by the writing in the night, rose mournfully, soon cheered up by R.’s presence. R. writes letters and teaches the children, who are now in my sole charge, since I have sent Hermine to Munich to settle some matters there.
At lunch R. talked to me about Timoleon, telling how his brilliant career originated in the death of his brother, in which he was heavily involved; so there again I am presented with a symbol for happiness. Amidst all the honors which accrued to him as the result of a long and glorious life of good deeds, the death of his brother must have been like a worm gnawing his heart.
In the afternoon a drive with the children. Returned home very tired. To bed at 8 o’clock; downstairs R. had already fallen asleep. When he awoke he said to me, “I was far, far away, but always with you, in sleeping as in waking.”
Nice letter from Lenbach.