Tuesday, March 16:
R. slept well! At such times it is like a reunion after long separation. He brings upstairs with him a letter from Mme Viardot about the Jewish pamphlet! This nonsense, or this profound sense! She is a Jewess, that is now quite clear.
When I tell R. I should like to write to her, he asks me to draft a few lines; these he finds good, and in fact, he copies them out. Then he goes to his work. I write to Loulou.
A walk in the garden with Loldi; thought of the children! The evening is devoted to talk with R., since he is still too tired to undertake anything. Late in the evening wrote to Mathilde.
I had ordered a gold pen for R. from New York, but the nib was too fine; that caused me a little worry.