Friday, September 9:
R. had a good night, is satisfied with the business arrangements, and says goodbye to Dr. Strecker in a very friendly way.
At 12 o’clock he comes to Dr. Jenkins’s, and from there we go to the Pusinellis’, where we are expected. R. is greatly affected, embraces our good Frau Pusinelli very heartily, and talks feelingly about our loyal departed friend. On returning home, he has a chest spasm; the visit of the critic Dr. Hartmann wears him out, and we go, feeling somewhat worn out, to see Preciosa.
The performance of this charming work is disappointing, the tempi wrong, though, curiously enough, the march which the conductor had dragged is played correctly by the musicians on stage. The declamation is absurd throughout, much too “Israel,” and in consequence everything a masquerade.