Sunday, April 14:
R. had a good night, but his aches have not yet gone. However, he returns to his “maidens” and says he believes I will like them. Fine spring day, I walk slowly with my father in the palace gardens, and suddenly we meet R., striding along with the two dogs as he returns from the Students’ Wood; merry greetings; R., as he goes, cries out to my father, “I can’t be cross with you, since you gave birth to your daughter for me.”
In the evening my father again plays us several of his compositions. Some of it does not appeal to R., and this arouses feelings of embarrassment in him, but he takes great pains to show my father only his love and admiration.
It is wonderful and touching to see how these two natures, so fundamentally different, who have taken such divergent paths, respect, understand, and protect each other, and that is one more jewel in the crown of my happiness.
[Added in margin: “Have you still got a body?” R. says to me today, embracing me.]