Diary of Marie Bashkirtseff
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Saturday, 12 April 1873

Fine but windy with little sun.
The Geneva trip — I know nothing of it. At the promenade (green skirt, vicuna wrap — henceforth I shall wear only the grey hat, not the green one; smart) — few people.
We saw the Whiles, Durand, and several gentlemen, among others Lewin who paid us a farewell visit the day before yesterday.
On horseback — Dina's riding habit is ready, but she still has a sore foot.
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Audiffret is truly the cock of the walk now — though he goes nowhere and plays the interesting man, imitating the Duke. Poor lost boy!
It is a pity — he is a handsome fellow, rich, and already in that woman's hands. He is the cock of the walk, I say, for Boreel has left, Lewin is leaving, Tournon left long ago, and in short — everyone.
At eleven I took a sea bath; I saw no one. Rather a good bath — I swam a great deal in every fashion.
It is a pity this young man goes nowhere, for he is the finest of all here. What a pity that he is already devoted to this life of vagabonds, without society save cocottes and gamblers
[Written across the page: I should think so — fool.]
Then she cannot remain without income, and here is another poor child; she will reduce him to near poverty and then cast him off! Horror! Let us leave this — it is outrageous!
In the evening to the Théâtre Français (white muslin dress, Dina's chemisette, hair pinned up, daisies — very smart). Le Médecin malgré lui by Molière, Les Deux Timides, Le Chalet.
The performance rather amusing; few people. I fooled about and laughed a great deal — at Casa Play.