Diary Entry of February 28, 1871
Fidi's thrush keeps both child and mother awake through the night, forcing the doctor to be called. Richard completes his letter to the King and reads it to Cosima, who finds it magnificent and hopes Ludwig can grasp it. A walk in mild air and evening Carlyle offer the only calm around the child's illness.
Tuesday, February 28:
Fidi did not sleep even for five minutes, so I, too, never closed my eyes. The doctor was called; it is thrush on the tongue which is so tormenting him.
R. finishes his letter and reads it to me; it is wonderful. May the King but understand it!
Walk in the soft, warm air. In the evening, Carlyle with R.