Wednesday, March 24:
Many tears in the morning. God knows, they flow so fast that I cannot hold them back; but I do as much as possible to conceal them. The mail still brings nothing; it looks as if I shall not see the children at Easter.
At midday R. plays me some things, Wotan with Siegfried, powerfully gripping and moving!
At lunch Loldi gives me a shock by suddenly becoming unwell. Fearing diphtheria, R. sends for the doctor, but it emerges with considerable certainty that she had drunk something out of the little brandy flask, and that has made her so ill.
The doctor tells us in passing that he had read the Jewish pamphlet and he is glad to know the reason for the unceasing acts of enmity. A lady from Zurich had brought the pamphlet with her to read in the train. This amuses us.
When R. comes home from his walk we discuss my position; he says that, generally speaking, we have only the King to place us together and reckon us as one.
The children I shall not now see. That will just have to be borne. Perhaps a fair reward will blossom in my heart!
In the evening read Otfried Müller.