Friday, November 21:
R. was somewhat restless during the night; but since the sun is shining, he goes for a walk in the palace gardens. Over coffee he reads to us from the newspaper that France has quite a considerable surplus, which it intends to put to some significant artistic purpose.
In the evening we play whist, but only briefly, then R. goes to the piano and, after playing a few bits from the finale of the Eroica, plays the whole second movement, so splendidly that I have the feeling that all sorrow has been borne to the grave in this austere and manly lament. R. laughs when I thank him! ...
Letter from the King-