Friday, September 3:
R. telegraphs the King, begs him to cancel the performance, so that the decision will at least come from him. News that the singer Betz has left Munich so as not to have to sing Wotan in such circumstances. R. writes to Düfflipp. What will come of all this?
Letter from Hermine; my father has told her Hans is in Berlin; I reply to her. Calmly as I accept all this news, my heart is nevertheless heavy!
The warning against Marie Muchanoff also makes me anxious; she has Hans’s letter to me. I sent it to her for my father’s sake, but is she worthy of this confidence?
To town with the children and R.; in the evening conversation about Bernhard von Weimar and Gustavus Adolphus, whom R. much reveres.
My heart is apprehensive, as in the face of a great disaster. “Woe on our mortal lot!”