Wednesday, November 22:
R. tells me in the morning that during the night he mixed up his pills and took five of a sort of which he should only take one. To counter it, he is now taking opium drops again! At lunch, however, after our walk together to the Piazzetta, he is very cheerful; his defense of Tesarini and his character sketch of G. Schonaich arouse much laughter, as also his attitude toward the Societies. But in the afternoon his agitation becomes more and more pronounced, and I await the day’s ending with trepidation. However, it does come to an end, and allows me to hope for a less worrisome tomorrow!