Wednesday, March 17:
R. brings a letter addressed to me from the King, which Hans has sent on to him. I cannot express the misery which fills me on reading these ecstatic phrases!
R. has received another letter from Mme Viardot; she asks for a musical explanation. Strange! R. suspects that she regrets her letter of yesterday.
While with the children I begin my embroidery. R. sketches. At lunch we talk about the children in Munich, particularly about Loulou, so good, so loyal. There is constantly this layer of black clouds around my heart. How easily I do without the world, or rather, how utterly I do not miss it, and how hard to bear, how anxious my longing for my children!
Weber has sent newspapers about the Jewish pamphlet. Everyone foaming, raging, jeering. In the evening, dictation.