Saturday, December 4:
R. at rehearsals in the morning and evening, returning more depressed each time! “He who desires, must suffer; if he were to leave Vienna now, who knows what the consequences would be? We have sold our house, etc., etc.”
Princess Hohenlohe calls on me, and talks a lot about my father, also her mother. Letter from my father; I intend to reply to it in the evening, but am interrupted by Marie Donhoff’s friendly call. R. is very tired and vexed by the rehearsal, but gradually recovers, so that we go off to bed in good spirits.