R. reads me the printed letter of an unnamed leading figure in the Catholic party to a French bishop, which sounds really ominous for Germany. In this connection R. quotes Cromwell’s words to his soldiers at Worcester: “Put your trust in God and keep your powder dry.”
We stay at home, R. works morning and afternoon, and I amuse myself with the children. They sing pretty songs, and then go on singing to us through the window. In the evening R. and I enjoy being alone together.