R. dreamed of the Olliviers, who received him with cold reserve; he addressed them in French and, gazing upon my sister’s face, suddenly recognized me in it. “Only Cosima has this expression,” he said as he woke up. — Memories of former times!
“I have loved nobody except you,” R. tells me. “I have become a completely different man.” R. had a good night. A very hot day; I pay some calls with Lulu. —
In the evening the mayor and his wife and the musicians, including Josef Rubinstein, newly arrived from Kharkov; his piano playing has made great strides. R. goes through the forest scene in Siegfried.