Saturday, September 4:
R. gets up feeling very unwell, and since he thinks it is an attack of dysentery, I send for the doctor; he says it is not dysentery, but he finds that R. has a temperature and prescribes bismuth, laudanum, and rest. The last of these does R. so much good that he gets up in the evening and talks in a lively way (about the Franco-Prussian War).