Monday, September 27:
Lovely day, finest blessings of autumn; I can work with the children in the garden. R. writes to Darmstadt and Kassel about Rheingold.
In the morning a visit from Prince Georg; very well meaning, but scant! In the evening more about Das Rheingold in the newspaper, that it is a lavishly decorated, boring work! Letter from Peter Cornelius, birth of his daughter, and great depression over the situation in Munich.
In the evening a long conversation with R. about whether, without saying a word, he should stop drawing his allowance, or think only of the completion of the Nibelungen and give up the fight. I tell him to do what best accords with his inner feelings, with no thought for the possible consequences.
Gnawing worry for R.; is he now to sacrifice all his works in this way? Deep melancholy; he says if I were not there it would be the end of him! It was my name day today; he gave me flowers, and my father also sent a telegram from Rome. I can only keep silent.