Met the K.s? on my way to church. Had a little discussion over Hitler. I’m tired of the man. Met Mrs. Farkasvölgyi afterwards. She is charming. Went to the Kamara (Kék róka) in the afternoon. Enjoyed the piece. Kiss F. was especially good in his part. Besides he stared at me most of the time. We sat in the front row so he couldn’t help it. Maybe he didn’t really see me, only the vain creature that I am prefers to think so. I’ve a shrewd idea, however, that he disapproved my red frock and funny hat and it was the only amusing thing for him in the play of which he must be thoroughly tired. Bajor G. was really good too, but I haven’t seen her for ages and I don’t want to be so rude as to say she is getting old. Altogether it was a delightful piece, though the morale of is quite superficial. – Martha came home afterwards.