R. slept well, in a cheerful mood; I pay some visits with the friendliest company (Helmholtz, Luise Oriola, Princess Biron). At half-past seven, the concert; I am in Mimi’s box with Bonin Loë, Frau von Bülow[1] (Undersecretary of State), Prince Liechtenstein, and others. Great enthusiasm, according to Berlin’s standards, but…
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