Sunday, August 14:
These pansies R. picked for me on our walk to the fountain, after saying to me, “I have been thinking about our love; how one should describe it I don’t know, but I know that it is a complete inner inability to do without the other.” Toward midday, Countess Bassenheim, Frl. Meysenbug, and Frl. Herzen to lunch. Naturally the conversation revolved around the military situation; details of the atrocious acts of the French soldiers (Algerian Turcos and Zouaves) are becoming increasingly terrible. In the evening a telegram that Nancy has been occupied by our troops.