Thursday, 17 April 1873

It rained, then fairly fine. To church (vicuna garment), a great many people — nearly the whole church took communion. Then home.
Then to the promenade on foot, a fair number of people. Mlle Collignon even scolded me because people were looking at me too much.
[In the margin: Mlle Collignon scolded me because Lambertye looked at me with a smile.]
I truly do not know why people stare at me. In the evening, to the Passion service (black dress), a great many people. Returning home — Dina and I, the others at the Teplakoffs' — we found the two Mouzays at our house; we discussed religions, then came to the Duke of Edinburgh. I said he was ugly, and then Mlle Collignon said:
"He looks like a gentleman — look at the Duke of Hamilton, a fat butcher, etc. etc."
I said the opposite.
— It is not I but Berthe who says that, I said.
I behaved well, without blushing. Mme de Daillens, at the sound of his name, looked at me rather fixedly — she remembers what folly I committed on seeing him for the first time in winter; she suspects. We spoke of him a great deal. What pleasure! Mlle Collignon said:
— What company he keeps, in Cairo, always with workers.
Daillens:
— He is a good fellow, that is all! etc. etc.
I know he is a good fellow — that is why I love him.
I want to describe today's conversation better; I was afraid of being caught and that is why I was hurrying so — now I have time. It is one o'clock, everyone is asleep, and I am in the little study.
Mlle Collignon, Mouzay, Daillens, and I.
Collignon:
— Look at the Duke of Hamilton — he does not look like a gentleman, he is like a fat butcher, and what company he kept in Cairo, always with workers, joking with them, in little donkey carts.
At the word Hamilton I tensed a little (Mme de Daillens looked at me — I mentioned it above).
I:
— Oh no, he is very fine, he has a noble air, handsome features — he is not even too stout!
I defended him warmly, but I saw that I had gone too far, for those two ladies were looking at me a little... I recovered by saying it was not I who said that but Berthe — it is true, she used to tell me, when I found him peasant-like, that he is very handsome, that one must see him up close, that he improves on acquaintance. How strange — she and I have the same desires; who will have him? That is the question. She used to tell me he was not coarse, on the contrary, that he was charming — in short she described him to me as he now is for me.
She hopes! Poor fool! Fool... but then I too am a fool. [Added: I should think so.]
I used to see her with him often. He used to talk with her often when the promenade was empty; they would stay on chairs near the shops at Baden, she talking, he whistling, one foot on the ground, the other on a chair. I did not have a very clear idea of what it was; now I believe she loves him and he mocks her seriously, for he looked serious, and who knows — perhaps he truly wishes to marry her; he does not abandon that woman only until the other grows up.
Here is a strange thing. I arrived at Baden without any expectations; I may say that Baden formed me. There I found children who imitated the grown-ups — they fell in love, they courted one another.
I see, in the front rank, Berthe Boyd and Rémy de Gonzalès Moreno. I have not the slightest premonition, and yet I do not know — I feel something. Indeed it happened that the following year I came again, and — not because he pleased me, I never loved before Boreel — but just like that, I wanted him to love me, Rémy.
And he abandoned Berthe and became my admirer to the tips of his hair.
He made declarations to me; that pleased me because I humiliated Berthe — she was furious. It was only for that reason that it pleased me, otherwise no.
[In the margin: I received them like a grown-up, I laughed at him, but the comedy amused me. I was twelve when Rémy was my admirer.]
At the end of the season, when Rémy had left, Berthe and I became acquainted. It was then that she told me about the Duke — she wanted with all her might to make me understand that he was in love with her, etc. etc., but I was too stupid; I only understood it six months later in Nice.
She believes she has the Duke; supposing she does — and what if the same story as with Rémy happened?.. Now that would be curious — poor Berthe, I strip her of everything! Ah! she wore the Duke's colors at the races. And perhaps he truly wants her — why could he not, since I can admit he might love me at fourteen? But what if he came back to me like Rémy? Ah!!! It resembles that. When I saw her with the Duke I do not know what feeling I experienced... the same as with her and Rémy. But with the Duke it has taken a serious character.
[In the margin: Everyone says he is a handsome fellow; that pleases me enormously.]
But the subject that has so preoccupied me, and which is so sweet and so alluring, has made me forget my prayers and the saints. Because of that, and also because of my lack of sleep (it will be two o'clock), I am going to bed. Farewell, my diary — you know all my secrets, and yet you do not breathe a word of them to anyone.

Notes

In English in the original.