Monday, August 1:
Very bad night; dreams of being pursued; I force myself to continue my cure with R., but it has a bad effect on me. Letter from Frl. v. Meysenbug; she is on the Sonnenberg. At eleven, as a storm approaches, R. goes off to see the Protestant parson Tschudi, from whom he returns very content. When the document announcing my divorce is received here, we shall probably have no difficulties at all. R., when I ask him whether all of this is agreeable to him, says he knows of no creature anywhere in the world with whom he would wish to be united except me! If he had not had me, he says, he would have entered a monastery.
In the afternoon I order our wedding rings, in the traditional Lucerne form. In the evening a letter from Herr Praeger in London, reporting on the performance there of Der fliegende Holländer (in Italian) and its success.