Tuesday, 11 February 1873

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 this curious spectacle.
In the evening, we went home to dine at the S.'s...
I went out all alone in a carriage, with Prater beside me.
People looked at me a great deal.
I saw Gioia on foot. Boreel looked at me and I pretended not to see him. That must have annoyed him.
I looked very well. It seems to me I shall be very pretty when I am grown. How pleased I would be if he fell in love with me. That would be my revenge.
What a pity that he did not see me — when all the others admire me.
We got home at half past three in the morning. I was very tired, and tomorrow I had to rise at eight, but I absolutely wanted to write my impressions before going to bed.
Boreel was at the ball. He seemed to me once again indifferent, but I would have been furious had he danced before me with another. I was annoyed to see him courting a pretty Scottish girl. He was not gay, but tender, loving, attentive.
Ah! how I wish he would fall in love with me, to punish him!