Monday, April 14:
R. slept well and he works; he says he has so many possible ways of concluding his work. Wolzogen at lunch, chat about all kinds of topics, agreement on plans for the concerts.
I then go for a walk with R.; mild weather, pleasure in the town and its surroundings. Friend Heckel’s telegram is answered, the reply ends, “Oh, Albert!” This is because R. thinks our hotelkeeper is to blame for the laurel wreaths! (This is to take place tomorrow.)
Herr Rubinstein in the evening, R. goes through Auber’s Lestocq with him, then at my request he plays the Venusberg music, which gives R. much pleasure, too.