Thursday, 27 February 1873

Very fine weather. In the morning in the study at a quarter past seven, I hear a distinctive carriage sound; I look, and I see the Duke of Hamilton's carriage heading toward Gioia's. I trembled — it produced a strange [Crossed out: sensation] impression on me; I felt how much I loved him. I finished the Italian translation in haste and went to the terrace to learn my phrases there — but I went to see the Duke, believing he would be returning from her house. I waited in vain; I looked toward Gioia's and saw the empty carriage pass her house. I waited still more — nothing, nothing, and nothing. Oh! if he knew all this — that I go, I run, merely to catch a glimpse of his carriage, no longer daring to hope to see him.
I did not say so, but at every instant I was thinking of him — I remember it. I started at every sound that resembled that of his carriage.
At ten minutes past eight I came in and sat down at the piano. Maman called me and told me: Now with the Howards it is over — the Tutscheffs are there, etc., etc. The Howards were having a dinner; the Tutscheffs were invited, we were not. Then she told me that yesterday in Monaco, Prince Gagarin told her that after the ball at the Cercle Massena, he, Boreel, Markoff, and Gouchkevitch had supper until six in the morning, and that Boreel drank so much that he became ill, and revealed that he is Prussian, though they live in Holland. He drank a toast to Prussia! — and that he drank so much, so much — this disgusted me a great deal, and also he is Prussian. All of this has removed him a hundred leagues from me. Yesterday he was still so near — and today!
What disgusted me most is that he drank until he became ill. It is abominable. You would not think it looking at him. To the promenade on foot with Mlle Collignon (blue dress) — a great many people. We met the Howards with their mother; they came to me so warmly as never before, took my arms on both sides and walked with me. We went together to buy gloves — one pair for me. Then to the music, in the carriage with Count Gabrielli, then to the promenade still by carriage. I saw Boreel from very far away, approaching; he was going very fast. He passed us; he looked at me. We went to the end and he turned as well, but not facing us — he greeted Maman. I laughed like a madwoman saying "the Prussian!" — and truly it made me laugh. He fell behind and I looked at him too — truly he is superb, and today not even stout; superb, handsome, magnificent!
I picture him drunk, saying to Gagarin "You are Russian, you swine — I am Prussian, so there, etc." Oh, how this amuses me, and how I laugh all day long, even when I am alone.
M. and Mme Richard paid us a call.
Well then, I like him even more — he must be a good fellow.
I do not love him enough to marry him — no, but it is useless, I have explained all that on the previous page in this same book. I like Boreel very much, and another feeling mingles in — it is that he is a little laughable after all this. How many metamorphoses he has undergone:
1st — Baron Finot
2nd — M. Boreel, American
3rd — M. Boreel, Dutchman
4th — and finally M. Boreel, Prussian — but I do not believe it,
I think it was said in jest. Be that as it may, he is handsome and I like him, but he walks badly. When he fell behind, he greeted Maman and then he raised his hat to greet either me or Maman a second time — it is a mystery. However, I believe he meant to greet me, but I remained stiff; he immediately caught himself and began pulling his moustache with a displeased air. If it was me he meant to greet — what a triumph, what happiness for my pride!
I believe it was me — he passed us again. We saw him no more; he went to Monaco. I saw his one-horse carriage heading back to the Avenue de la Gare.
I picture him well — he had a handsome, innocent face, and I like him as he was that day.
We went to the Comtesse de Mouzay's (with Gabrielli). It is her day.
Ah! Boreel, Boreel — I did not know you were a rascal, a scamp; I thought you a well-behaved, obedient boy. But never mind — it even adds to your charms. But no, you are a bad character; you go to Monaco, you drink, you gamble — oh, oh, oh, what a rascal. Off with you!