Sunday, February 26:
Fidi had a really wretched night. R. has a wretched day; he intends to write to the King, and this involves him in a dismal round of reflections.
All our experiences in Munich come back into our minds at lunch, and I end by saying that I thank God I now see the Rigi and Pilatus mountains every day instead of Pfistermeister or Duflipp.
Fine day, R. goes out walking, I stay at home and play with the children. He brings back a letter from Sergeant Nolte, naive and touching.
In the evening, Carlyle, whose truthfulness pleases us.
Fidi indisposed.