Tuesday, August 31:
R. teases me because, even though this is the morning of his departure, I still give Loulou a piano lesson: “In youth love goes under!”
In the morning visit from his sister Frau Avenarius; at midday letter from the stage director Hallwachs, giving a hopeless account of it all. We consider the possibility of a break with the King if he insists on the performance on Thursday.
At 4 o’clock telegram from the King: he expects the performance on Sunday. Seeing R. off, great melancholy, but pleased that the King had listened to him. Journey home alone; R. has gone. I write to Claire, then Wanderjahre, finally wrote to R.