Thursday, September 15:
R. slept well, but it is so cold that he is put out of humor by it; he busies himself with his article, and after lunch reads to us the very nice letters from singers accepting his invitation.
In the evening he has to put on his blue robe, and in consequence he does not wish to receive the French people who send in their cards. The Wolzs visit us and tell us a few things about their journey.