Saturday, October 9:
Of course R. realized that he had been unjust to me, and I that his irritability was only the result of the unpleasant impression Claire's letter had made on him; she urges me to be cautious about my marriage contract!
We have to fall into each other's arms without explanations, for anything which serves in the least to separate us is nonsense and madness. He does some orchestrating, I work with the children and nurse Fidi.
After lunch, christening of the little Bernhard Stocker, the children to the church. I remain at home, for it would not be fitting for me to enter a church just now. In the evening R. reads me Don Quixote.