All manner of foolishness, the nobility offended that R. had bowed from the front of the box, the singers hurt by his address! R. visits Marie Hohenlohe, who pours out to him at length the story of her misfortunes, beseeching him with tears not to think ill of her. R. is deeply moved by her. — In the evening I finish with R. “The Seeress of the Morning”,[1] under the greatest impression.
[1] A play by Calderón.
Revised English translation by Jo Cousins.