Sunday, July 14:
The rare instance of going out in the evening did R. much good, he slept well. At 3 o’clock we gave our farewell banquet for Herr Jager and Herr Seidl, who are going to Leipzig; a gay little celebration, R. proposes a toast to friend Glasenapp, “who brings the dead to life and kills off the living by writing biographies!” Somebody says it is being rumored that R. is writing a march for King Humbert. “Yes,” he replies, “for King Humbug” ...
Walk in the palace gardens with the entire company; above all the fate of Ritter discussed with friend Gross — whether it would be possible to find them a position here, R. and I determined to help them.
In the evening, when we are alone with our relations, our conversation is confined almost exclusively to this subject. R. delighted with my appearance, I should like to be as lovely as light and imbued with all the talents, since it is for his sake!