Thursday, August 24:
When other women come to see us, R. always says such nice and loving things to me that I could become really proud and arrogant, if such superabundant kindness did not instead induce in me feelings of profound humility.
I write to dear Alwine Frommann. From noon until seven in the evening, Herr and Frau von Schleinitz; a very pleasant visit. R. and I then go for a walk in glorious moonlight to the opposite side of the lake.
The Schleinitzes tell us that the King of Bavaria was looking very run down; the Emperor had praised his discernment, but the people in the entourage thought he looked like a cretin!