Sunday, March 12:
Lulu had a better night, which is a deliverance for me! Otherwise the situation in Tribschen is not good, for R. is wearied by his rushed work on the Kaisermarsch and does not feel well.
The incident in Zurich was more serious than we thought; I write to Frau Wesendonck to find out how they fared. Letter from my mother, who is coming here in about a week's time. In the evening, Gibbon.
Monday, March 13:
I wake up in the night with a very sore throat, think it is diphtheria, and have to laugh at myself in the morning, finding it almost gone.
Herr Marr sends an essay on Opera and Drama. Otherwise only domestic annoyances. Fidi's nursemaid is leaving us, and we learn that the lower servants are in fact continually plotting against us. "We do not belong here," R. says.
My resolve to change to the Protestant faith is growing ever deeper; I shall do it in Bayreuth. But Bayreuth, when? The King keeps silent.
R. tells me that last night he again had a dream which he had often had long before his meeting with the King of Bavaria; the King of Prussia, Friedrich Wilhelm IV, piled "judicious favors" on him, demonstrated unbounded love toward him, so that, when he first saw King Ludwig, he thought that his dream was coming true.
We none of us go out of doors; I receive two letters from Berlin, Kathchen, Hedwig. R. orchestrates four pages, but is not well. We talk away the evening, discussing Bayreuth.