Monday, February 28:
Unfortunately R. had a bad night, in consequence of which he cannot work. I with the children. R. gives me a lovely necklace, intended as a present on Eva’s birthday.
After lunch telegrams from Vienna: a great success, “despite Israel.” I to town with Porges; returning home, find great indignation in the juvenile world; believing that some farmer’s boys had killed a lamb, Loldi ran after them, hit them, and stuck out her tongue; now stamping her feet, she demanded that R. “slaughter” the boys!
Letter from Countess Krockow, very friendly, the only thing in it which grieves me is that my old friend Frau Marenholtz-Bülow feels, despite her “eternal great friendship,” that she no longer ought to write to me.
In the evening more of Porges’s Lohengrin essay (his Jewishness becomes apparent only in his inability to listen in silence).