Saturday, April 30:
Wretched weather, but R. works and finishes the intermezzo (“Hagen’s Watch”—Brünnhilde contemplating the ring), which, as he says, is more a sort of cadenza, like a parenthesis, not an intermezzo.
Our manservant is leaving us; apart from his Knecht Ruprecht nothing was good about him, but that was excellent. In the evening R. reads me Ivanhoe. Letter from Herr Simson in Berlin: in 4 weeks I must present myself to the priest, and then the proceedings will begin. Hans has returned to Florence.