Friday, 21 February 1873

At nine o'clock the Howards came to fetch me for a ride on horseback — few people about, a fairly good outing, to Carabacel. Coco wanted to go back to the stable and was misbehaving.
We saw Abramovitch and Loge. On the point of going home, I wanted to gallop but Coco stopped stubbornly in front of our house so that I had to go in. Mme Howard accompanied me to the house, very kind.
In the afternoon I studied; I did not go out except for half an hour on the terrace (grey jacket, without hat) — quite a lot of people about.
In the morning, when I was on the point of going home, I saw Boreel passing through the lane near our villa — he was looking at me. I only saw him at the moment he disappeared, but I believe he saw me earlier, when the horse would not move, because he was coming opposite in a cab. I am utterly miserable today; I am in a dreadful state. If this continues, I do not know what will become of me — I am afraid at every moment that someone will discover my book, that someone will learn my secret about the Duke. At every instant I think of that wretched town of "Hamilton" which I scratched off the map. I dread studying geography for fear of reaching Scotland, because of this. How happy are people who have no secrets! Oh! if he knew what I endure for him! I scratched out that name out of stupidity — I do not know why; it would have been better to leave it underlined, that would have been less conspicuous. But Mlle Collignon knows. I await the terrible day when I shall have to mark the towns of Scotland! Oh! my God, save me! Calm me! For pity's sake.
How touching!