Sunday, April 15:
Packing for Isolde! R. is worried about London, since Messrs. Hodge and Essex do not seem very safe after all.
From Vienna a not-at-all-nice letter from Richter, in which he says that Prince Hohenlohe must by now have written expressing the Emperor's wish; Jauner is waiting for R.'s consent before approving Richter's leave of absence, since R. is the one who is making demands. R. sends a telegram saying that his consent depends on negotiations with Munich and various other things; but if Richter's leave is not approved, a complete break.
A letter from Herr Schlesinger and a telegram from London, also not encouraging. The £1,500 have still not yet been paid; it also seems that no supervision of the sale of tickets is possible, since they are sold in 20 different places. All this plus grief at Isolde's going away is not calculated to produce good cheer, but we control our feelings sufficiently to take up and read a play by Lope de Vega, La Carbonera, with great enjoyment. Drama, no poetry, yet much romance and humor.