R. not well – I practically sneak past him, avoid questioning him, only try to make him forget. When he laughs heartily, it feels as though I have triumphed over the forces of life.
Many preparations for our departure tomorrow. The cook announces her departure, and the entire staff is ill. The children, thank God, well and in high spirits with Elisabeth. I write the days from the 13th up to today and now conclude until Vienna.
One morning this week, when I entered R.’s room, he told me that the picture had comforted him, that the sunbeams had fallen on my picture and I had gazed at him with a transfigured look! – – –
Revised English translation by Jo Cousins.