Thursday, June 16:
Today I allow Lusch to attend the sitting without me, so that I can reply to Dr. Schemann's singular letter. R. works on his score and tells me that the aversion he feels for magicians and evil beings will perhaps induce him to write Die Sieger, since in that everything remains gentle.
Sultry weather and thunderstorm, but all the same we undertake a projected outing and the skies are kind to us; we drive via the Eremitage to the Riedelberg, where the sight of the gardener makes a bad impression on us as evidence of the harshness of rich people. We then drive to Burgerreuth, stop there a moment to enjoy ourselves, visit Faf at the theater and our good doctor on his little estate, and return home in very high spirits.
In the evening conversation with Rub. and Humperdinck; the album for the shipwrecked gives us something to talk about. Then R. says he is actually rather glad when we have an evening without music, since for him music means ecstasy, and he does not care for that to be regarded lightly. When we are alone, we keep coming back to Hans, who writes to his daughter, declaring among other things that he has continually been betrayed, in both small and large matters.