Monday, March 31:
R. was somewhat restless during the night, but he works and goes for a walk in the garden before lunch. I occupy myself with the Sistine Chapel, showing the children the lovely photographs of it. R. casts a glance over it and says I am right to admire it.
In the evening we finish the necklace story, though R. does not permit me to finish reading C.’s speech at the end, finding it distasteful. We conclude the evening with Bach’s Chromatic Fantasy and the Adagio from Haydn’s C Major Symphony, which strikes us as quite divine.