Wednesday, October 19:
I remember my betrothal 15 years ago, under the auspices of the Tannhäuser Overture in Berlin. How I should like to make good the suffering I have caused Hans! Perhaps it will be given to the children to do it—hope so. From France the news that Vesoul has been taken. Sitting beside Lulu, who is still in bed, I write to Franz Lenbach. After lunch to Countess Bassenheim’s. In the evening, music; R. sings to me the wonderful scene in Siegfried between the Wanderer and Mime.
All day long I have been thinking of old Fritz; I feel as if in him we have lost a guardian spirit.