Today, when I voice my concern about the very enlarged household we are now running, R. says: “Wait and see, it will all be right — for Fidi, too. I would have to be ousted by a new opera composer, meaning that my things were no longer performed, but I do not think it will come to that.”
Again R. did not manage to work today. Letter from my father, who returns the letters from my mother and Ollivier with remarks of astonishment over their dishonesty. News, too, from the Ritters, unfortunately very sad, they have lost part of their income.
In the evening The Two Gentlemen of Verona. In the morning the children were given their first shower.