Sunday, September 17:
Loldi had a terrible night; I stayed up with her throughout. In the morning, however, she is a bit better, but the doctor fears diphtheria. Marie Schleinitz writes that Buelow is to conduct the Wagneriana in Berlin, but I can scarcely believe it. Richter’s National Theater in Pest has been burned down.
A few words about Fidi’s speech omitted. I spend the day in anxiety at Loldi’s bedside, leaving her only for an hour to take the other four children for a drive.
R. goes out then, too. He has resolved to lay the foundation stone in Bayreuth in October, is thinking solemnly and resolutely about it, and in this very moment a meteor appears such as he has never seen before, crossing the sky horizontally. I did not see it, which I at first regret a little, but then hardly at all; so long as he sees the favorable signs!