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 colours 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.

Notes

In English in the original. ↩