Sunday, July 9:
A fine, really hot day; R. works. I play with the children and write to Herr Hartmann, whose Röschen has given R. little enjoyment.
The newspaper reports the Emperor as saying that he has no inclination at his age to concern himself with “religious follies,” the German church, which is certainly very regrettable. Family lunch in the garden in the gayest of spirits.
In the afternoon I feel very unwell, probably on account of the thundery atmosphere. Still great delight in Frederick the Great. “Today Alberich has disappeared,” says R.