Saturday, October 9:
R. dreamed of a departure, a quick parting from me; the train could no longer wait, I could not accompany him on account of the children. He weeps over this hasty parting, runs to the bridge, which is only open to cabs, and tries to summon a cab, but from all of them 'fat fellows' look out. In despair he tells himself that the journey is not at all necessary, and wakes up.
He writes to Herr Levi, telling him his undertaking is assured, which rather alarms me.
Lovely autumn day, much gold outside, but still much green! Drive to the flax-spinning mill, a visit which much amuses us owing to the utter incompatibility of all gathered together there.
In the evening, the Annals. The excellent Mimi, who is always the same, gives us grounds for hope.