Monday, March 8:
Richard did not find time today for his sketches, since he had to correct the proofs of his article on Devrient; this meant a dismal day. In the morning and afternoon I ink in pages of the score in the nursery. Eva alarms me with her temper.
After lunch R. sends off Die Meistersinger to the “Meistersängerin Mme Viardot” and writes letters. I occupy myself with Winckelmann again. In the evening R. reads me the conclusion of the chapter by Schopenhauer.
I can scarcely describe my present mood; everything is just expectation. Shall I see the children at Easter?
A good letter from Philipp; R.’s wishes are being fulfilled. [In the margin: “The advance granted, Schott given security, and Beethoven’s nephew helped.”]