Friday, February 20:
Lovely weather still, sunshine and blossom, Lusch gets up again for an hour, but it does her no good, and she has to return to bed, very weak. Talking of the countryside here, R. mentions its wildness and thinks of German meadows, parks, German woods. Nothing like that here, just utter wilderness.
In the afternoon Herr Joukowsky comes and starts work on my portrait, in the evening R. tells us some things from his “delightful” Gleizes, and we conclude the evening with a game of whist.