Friday, July 14:
R. feels weak and takes medicine. At around 10 o'clock Georg brings me the news that our lovely dear dog has died — and you know, my children, what she meant to us!...
After paying my final respects to the good creature, who suffered in such silence, I drive up to the theater to inspect the Flower costumes; then back home, to the Jägers', to do what I can to raise the poor offended man's spirits. At lunch we have three Flowers and two concertmasters. There is a rehearsal in the afternoon. I tell R. that the children have caught cold; they stay at home (the younger ones), and after the dissection they bury our dear Molly. The rehearsal goes on with Herr Gud. and Frl. Brandt. Oh, how clear it is becoming to R. with what inadequate means he has to work — he feels it so painfully! He exclaims that he is dealing with bunglers.
Stein and Jouk. are with us in the evening: “For the one I feel sorrow, for the other pity,” says R.