Tuesday, July 5:
A good night for R., although he got up once to adjust something at the windows; two stars shine down on him. He thinks they belong to the Wain and goes into Siegfried’s room, but they are two single stars which he does not recognize. In the morning we listen gaily to the cock, then the peacocks and other birds. We have breakfast in the garden pavilion. R. curses his score, but he does some work on it. In the afternoon, after lunch with the entire family next door, our friend Jouk. returns and is given a jokingly hostile reception by R. Accounts of all kinds from both sides; a walk in the palace gardens, illumined by moonbeams and glowworms.
A telegram from Lusch puts my mind at rest about my father, but saddens me at the same time; she says his weakness is persisting. R. suggests that I travel to Weimar, since he notices my mood.
In the morning, when I say to him, “Think well of me,” he replies, “Only too well, otherwise I should be less perturbed.”
(Today R. looked as radiant as a god.)