Tuesday, December 11:
R. works; during the night we laughed heartily because yesterday, in his agitation, he went downstairs instead of going to bed. Becoming worried after a while, I left my bed and crept downstairs after him; he was sitting in the salon, asleep, the lamp alight, Schlegel’s Greeks and Romans at his side. Much relieved, I waited until he woke up, which soon happened, and the situation caused us much laughter. The distichs quoted in the book had sent him to sleep. The rest of the night passed peacefully. He does a little work. I start to translate the third act. In the evening the history of the Arabs and Hoffmann’s story about Daucus Carota.