Wednesday, September 28:
Letter to Loulou from my father; for me a touching letter from Karl Klindworth, who tells me that Hans was very happy with the news he gave him of Tribschen. The day spent in excessive worry about Fidi, who is very weak and run down; he has only four teeth so far, and the coming of the others seems to torment him so.
Strassburg has capitulated; on the other hand the talk between Favre and Bismarck has led to nothing, the French are afraid of one another, none dares recognize the situation as it really is, now they want to defend themselves to the death. According to their reports they have already repulsed the Prussians three times! But the English newspapers report the utmost disorder in Paris itself. God knows how it will all end.
In the evening R. and Richter play Mozart’s E-flat Major Symphony, then a conversation about Bayreuth.
(Beethoven sent off.)