Saturday, May 20:
Still learning the poem. R. has written to the King, believing him to have made a great sacrifice in not demanding Siegfried. We rehearse our poem. I also write to my mother.
In the afternoon a walk with R.; joy at our return, lovely light, warm everywhere, but no sun, a great, salutary quietness; this is our dream refuge. Never to part; in this union we can bear everything.