Wednesday, 23 April 1873

Sunshine, then rain through the sunshine, then splendid weather — the air pure, refreshed by a spring rain.
I rose at a quarter to nine. At the promenade (black skirt, white quilted garment, black sleeveless tunic, new hat — good, though the dress does not please me, too showy and not proper; I have nothing else for today), in the carriage, then when the rain stopped, on foot. The weather was superb — the air after the rain was calm, fresh, and fragrant (poetry!)... truly I cannot help saying so.
I felt so well, but one must not think I was not bored — on the contrary. Nice is a desert, and I would like to leave it as quickly as possible, and even when it is full, it does not suit us for the reasons I have given above, etc. But where to go? What place to choose in order to meet him?
[In the margin: Fédus was in a cab with Boreel's sister's husband.]
Oh! and one must not worry about that! God, if He wills it, will have me meet him in any place.
"Because he hath set his love upon me therefore will I deliver him: I will set him up, because he hath known my name."
Do these words not suffice me? Oh yes! Provided that I believe in Him, that I have faith in Him! Does He not promise to deliver me?
[Intercalated page: All these prayers form a lyrical, enthusiastic, and fanatically inspired style.
One must believe in order to read this.
I believe, but I have cooled; I would need to see him to have these surges and inspirations again.]
"I will deliver him, for he hath known my name."
I believe in Him! And He will give me what I desire. I beseech Him, and He will grant it. It is not by my weak design that I shall succeed, no! It is not because I shall choose the city. If God wills it, what does the city matter!
I adore him and I believe in God. He will give him to me. I pray every evening, and I hope that my sincere prayer will reach the Almighty.
[In the margin: These are beautiful ideas for a child. I enjoy rereading them.]

Notes

In English in the original.