Friday, March 24:
Nothing from Munich. Instead, a letter of refusal from Prince Hohenlohe. “That is what has become of the aristocrats; they are all bureaucrats.”
The situation in Paris is becoming more and more unbelievable. At 1 o’clock to the railroad station to meet my mother. She does not arrive, which casts a slight shadow over the reception ceremony. But at 6 o’clock she arrives, and we spend the evening talking. She is well in spite of what she has been through and now faces.
Saturday, March 27: Stormy day. Talked over the past and future with my mother. She likes it here. I feel very strange toward her, but she is pleasant company because of her wide education. We talk a lot and about all sorts of things; the conditions in Paris are horrifying.