R. cannot be persuaded to return to the biography; he says he has too little leisure now, and scarcely have we spoken of it than a telegram arrives from Herr Fürstner, insisting upon “his right”. R. is resolved to let the matter go to law. Herr Unger, Hey, Seidl, and Zumpe here for lunch, it is said the former is making good progress, then a drive to the Hermitage with the children. In the evening, the first chant of Guiot’s “Bible”; we laugh to find my ancestors on my mother’s side (the Flavignys) numbered among the righteous.
Revised English translation by Jo Cousins.