Thursday, May 6:
Not a good night, either for R. or for me, but he goes for a walk in the morning and returns for breakfast in good spirits. My journeys to town and the friendly encounters I always have there amuse R. when I tell him about them. He spent the morning on his score. In the afternoon he writes to friend Wolzogen and sends the biography off to the printers.
In the evening a curious visit from three English Wagnerites, whose imposing manner permits no conversation. The second act of Tristan played by Rubinstein; R. sleeps, Joukowsky and Stein too, only the English people and the children and I awake: Lusch and I moved, the English people holding out nobly. Much amusement about it and discussion of the English character in all its steadfastness, enduring things in the assumption that they are special, but without in fact having the slightest idea.