Thursday, March 9:
Loulou has had a very bad night; she stays in bed and I sit beside her. Family lunch consequently rather dismal.
Nice letter from Frau Wille, though R. finds it too noncommittal. "I know why I love you, my treasure," he says. "All other relationships have proved so trivial." Regarding Frau Wesendonck, he says that her black hair has completely obliterated all memories.
Walk with R.; in the evening, Gibbon.