Tuesday, January 18:
Sleepless night; reason: my inner agitation about my mother's asking how Hans is. I pull myself together, however, as much as I can, and give the children their lesson. R. works. Everyone fairly well, snow outside.
I start on my embroidery for R. Nothing from outside; the newspapers are full of Rochefort, Prince Bonaparte, Ollivier, etc. In the evening began Timon of Athens.