Saturday, May 14:
R. at work, I visit him in a white gown, he laughs and says, “The White Lady, or, rather, Thekla, since for all fine things I have you as model; that’s why I am happy; you knew I could be helped.” Fidi is unfortunately still hoarse. R. romps around a lot with the children, who are really very sweet. In the newspaper I read that Hans has conducted a concert in Florence. To town with R.; a terrible rainstorm, over which we just laugh, however.