Friday, March 3:
Thiers has put forward the peace terms, with tears and the usual protestations of helplessness! The same terms which he has spent so many weeks in negotiating!
Letter from Judith Mendes, suggesting that my letter has hurt her; I don't know why it should. They appear to have suffered very much. Friend Schure informs us that he is definitely breaking with Germany and now regards Paris as his home, whereupon R. asks me not to write to him any more.
Visit to Countess B. In the evening, Carlyle; decided not to continue reading it.
In the evening R. and I: "I and Sigurd, we stay together; that shall be the inscription on our grave."
Fidi somewhat better. Lulu still unwell.