Sunday, April 2:
My mother leaves us; R. thanks her for having come. I am very moved as I embrace her for the last time; all the sadness of life overcomes me!
Dismal return home in dismal weather. R. offended by a joke on my part; I somewhat pained by his touchiness. Everyone with colds and indisposed; nothing from outside which could count as bad.
Rothschild sends me 1,000 francs too many.