Tuesday, May 9:
Very listless, but less pain; Loldi again unwell, however. I keep to my room and read W[alter] Scott’s Count Robert of Paris with unalloyed enjoyment. R. receives the American organ; Dr. Pringsheim here on account of apartments, and our ballet master Fricke now here permanently.
Bad rations are said to have made the soldiers ill. The suppliers are all Jews, and they deliver bad bread, bad meat, etc.