Thursday, April 28:
R. had a good night, dreamed about Frau von Kalb, that she made “advances” to him, and laughs heartily when, with my thoughts on Parsifal, I let out a loud sound. He calls me Chanteclair.
All morning he is agog to hear details. Letters from Lusch and from Feustel provide little information, except that Lusch was much moved by the reunion. R. thinks it natural that she should now find it difficult to approach him. Nature is powerful, he says. My feeling, however, is that she might rather turn against me.
At lunch some aggressive remarks of Loldi’s cause him to comment on the peculiarity of the female character. After lunch we go to convey our good wishes to Frau V. Schoeler, and he is very gay, although he went out greatly vexed about the weather. He tells the old lady that we will transport her to Transvaal in a sedan chair.
Our friends in the evening; R. proposes playing the final movement of the Ninth, singing where we can. He cannot sufficiently express his astonishment at the at times childlike and always sublimely naive quality of this work, and he does not believe it can attain popularity unless given performances of a kind for which he claims to have the secret.