Sunday, December 10:
To my surprise and delight, R. slept well, and our breakfast is cheerful, despite news of floods. “Stiefel must perish” comes up frequently, and when we hear friend Gross whistling Siegfried’s call through the window, he becomes very high-spirited and goes for a little walk with him, during which, however, he is again beset by a chest spasm.
At lunch we chat about all sorts of things, and in the afternoon the final details concerning the performances are written down for the record; the question of Glasenapp is also discussed. At supper R. becomes excited in condemning the French Academy during a discussion with my father, who, according to R., has a high opinion of it. In the evening we are at Princess Hatzf.’s, where Lusch plays Marianne in Die Geschwister. The play itself once again moves R. to tears, but he feels that Lulu’s portrayal should have been more naïve. The rest of the soirée, however, the introductions, etc., R. finds more than ever unbearable, though he very patiently takes it in good part. The presence of our dear Grosses is of help to him in this; we say goodbye to one another, and R. allows me to give Marie the fan I got from him.