Wednesday, December 17:
Siegfried is still feverish, and Eva is down with acute rheumatism. R. is still confined to the upstairs rooms; our imprisonment and, above all, the illness of the children make us both feel a little melancholy. Eva sobs violently when she sees her father again; during the night she saw us both lying dead!
But we have one cheerful hour with friend Wolzogen, though the evening is rather gloomy, for Eva's condition worries us.