Tuesday, November 30:
Princess Hohenlohe has begged me to visit her today. I do so, and return home not greatly edified. I hear that Herr Labatt has reported sick - whether this is incompetence, ill will, or genuine indisposition is hard to decide. Gounod’s Romeo et Juliette is given in place of Tannhäuser; the true nausea produced by this performance, together with the impressions R. is receiving from the Lohengrin rehearsals, makes him think of leaving Vienna tomorrow. I give him my full support. What all the news amounts to is that nothing but rabble has been in evidence here.