Saturday, August 27:
Night with no sleep at all, I can no longer bear any social activity. Loldi sleeps in my room, I watch over her sleep, which is fairly quiet. Letter from the Schurés, who see Strassburg in flames, and as good Alsatians do not really know what to think. Letter of congratulation from Councilor Dufflipp. Nice letter to R. from my mother, I thank her for it.
The three healthy children with Frl. v. M[eysenbug] (yesterday Loulou distinguished herself by dancing the minuet very nicely); I go to fetch them. In the evening a letter from M[athilde] Maier, to whom I also write at once. R. writes to Schuré and urges him to be a German. Louis Blanc is the only Frenchman to speak a sensible word in these times, he advises a republic and then an alliance with Germany.
Yesterday evening Richter played passages from Lohengrin, and I felt how it was this work which really decided my fate; how much I desired to belong to a country which alone could produce such things.
(Loldi still ill.)