Wednesday, October 13:
Day of relatives; in the evening a little party in honor of our relatives, R. in merriest mood.
A visit to the Feustels gives grounds for at least not feeling too worried. Lulu's birthday filled me with melancholy, how difficult I find it, and shall always find it, to bear this one thought: I am consumed by longings for H.'s welfare. Will a kind God hear me, will Fate prove compassionate, or will everything remain silent and overcast, gray like the autumn skies, dead like the leaves which are now falling? ...