[Passages reproduced by Pierre Borel in his article "The Unknown Face of Marie Bashkirtseff According to Her Memoirs," published in issue No. XLIII...
At the concert, there was much talk of the Duke of Hamilton.
Our New Year. At church, in a blue silk dress. We paid calls. Tomorrow, the Floréal ball.
The Floréal ball drew a great crowd, but no beautiful dresses. I wore a pink gown. A great many people came to see us in our box. Boreel no longer...
A fine horseback ride. In the evening, at the Opera. On the way there, I saw the Duke of Hamilton's carriage. Ah! if only he could come to the house...
At the Cercle Masséna, an enormous crowd. Maman danced. In the evening, at the French Theatre, *Les martyrs de l'inquisition*, by Méran. Boreel...
In the carriage, I saw the Duke of Hamilton. The first time in five weeks. He overtook us on his way to Gioia's. I began tapping my foot; I was...
At the promenade (green dress, grey jacket). It is raining and yet there are people about.
Today is my birthday. I have just turned thirteen.
An enormous crowd at the concert.
A horseback ride — splendid. I galloped for hours, then practiced music, and in the evening, English.
Maman and Dina are at a morning concert at the Hôtel Chauvain, for the benefit of a poor Russian. I saw Gioia in a closed carriage with a man — and...
At the promenade, Sophie bought a lovely hat; I bought a very pretty pair of ankle boots.
Tomorrow the races!... What joy! Yesterday, he passed along the promenade, before my terrace. He certainly did not see me. He was in a closed...
The day of the Var races. The greatest day of the season for me.
At noon, to Monaco. A great day for me, greater than the races, because the Duke will be there and will take part in the shooting, whereas he does...
Now I know why the Duke does not wish to see me. He is too occupied with Gioia. I had believed he would leave her, but that was only a dream. She...
All of a sudden I hear someone whistling behind me. It was the Duke. He was whistling as he did the first evening I saw him in Baden. He was...
It is curious how much pleasure I take simply in reading what I write about him.
At breakfast, the young U. was told that his mother was very ill. Before he arrived, she was dead. It is dreadful for the child. I did not go to the...
At the promenade, I wore a pretty black velvet dress, a hat with roses. There was the regatta. More than sixty small boats. An immense crowd watched...
Abruptly, as I was passing through the public garden, I found myself face to face with the Duke.