Wednesday, May 17:
A rainy day; letter from Judith Mendes. They are in Orleans. Her husband was condemned to death by the Commune, concealed, and escaped!
Once again working with the children; later tried on the costumes they are to wear on R.’s birthday. Visit from our good Count B., welcoming us home. In the evening we read Clemens’s wartime sermons; they are not of much significance. Early to bed, for we have much sleep to make up.