Sunday, April 23:
Reunion with Countess Krockow, much to my delight. Went for a walk with her, the Bruhl terrace, Wesendoncks, etc.
At two o’clock to Luise’s for lunch; she is pleased with her brother, finds he has become gentler, “fatherly,” thanks me for my courage. My courage is my happiness.
In the evening to the theater; the wooden barn does not displease R., it holds a lot of people. He observes everything with an eye toward Bayreuth. The actors beneath all criticism; their vulgarity, stupidity, etc., etc., is now common throughout Germany. Sad impression.