Wednesday, July 6:
R. has read and misunderstood some things in my diary, which pains me deeply. The doctor comes and forbids me to go on the Pilatus outing. Terribly close, the children running around in their nightgowns. Visit from Count B. The King appears not to wish to receive the Countess; he never likes seeing women. In the afternoon I go for a drive, in the evening continue with Dichterleben. A great deal in it of significance, only Tieck, whatever he is, is no poet.