Saturday, August 10:
R. wakes up with a protesting “Oh, no!”; he dreamed that I had gone away. He is still very run down, and the doctor, whom I sent for, says he should not exert himself, and so this day, too, is restricted to care and quietness. I talk to Kl. about Hans and the children, then I give lessons, write letters, listen to the rest of Schemann’s article, and long for his recovery!
Departure of friend Kl.