Wednesday, April 27:
A better night for R., and a better mood, as always when he sees nobody. Feustel’s telegram causes concern, Lusch’s a sort of satisfaction. (Enclosed Daniela’s telegram from Berlin: “Indescribably moved by today’s reunion, I beg for your thoughts. Would it be possible to put off your arrival for one day on account of hotel and other considerations? Await answer. Lulu.”) We postpone our journey. We try taking a walk in the garden, but rain and snow drive us back indoors. R. reads from Count Gobineau’s book and agrees with his harsh judgment on the Greeks.
In the evening we play whist, R. with the dummy. Then he reads aloud part of the Count’s article, the passage on Russia, and very kindly goes on to the article about Jouk.’s father, which he describes as benevolently imaginative. He drinks a little champagne, and in good spirits we go off to bed.