Wednesday, April 14:
R. slept well, gets up early, and walks to the palm tree drinking Aqua di Leone. In the vineyards he meets Siegfried with the gardener, and they whistle to each other: “How nice it is, previously it was a parrot who answered me, now it is a son!”
Today we work together on the biography; much Bissing nonsense, which makes us laugh a lot, in spite of its sad side, all this lying and deception! R. very gay at lunch and at coffee time, pretends to be dissatisfied with me, and he relates how, when he complained of being ill, Dr. Schrön replied that was because he could not stand living with me! Much laughter about this.
R. on a walk with the children, I to meet them after paying a call on the Liechtensteins. R. enchanted by the hill above our garden.
In the evening friend Rubinstein, straight from Bayreuth. Somewhat perturbed by R.’s hopelessness! “He wants to become a saint, like the Stromkarl,” says R.