Monday, 28 April

Little sunshine, cold. At the promenade (vicuna wrap, but not smart) — almost no one, but a better sort of people, none of those detestable Nice locals. Audiffret on horseback — it is an event to see him; one sees no one. When one thinks what scoundrels there are! Old Audiffret refuses to pay Mme Mortier for two years, claiming he never took anything. It is an infamy with a “de” attached to the name; it pains one to hear such things. But perhaps it is not so.
The Galves left two days ago. I went to the shop that made my last dress, to choose a style for the grey batiste; tomorrow I buy the embroidery. I hope we shall go to the Vienna Exhibition — at least I, with someone. Yesterday and today, Mlle Collignon and I dreamed the same thing: yesterday, that we were saving someone from the waters; today, that the end of the world was to come in ten years or so, and we all wept over it. How strange!
Mme Savelieff and Mme Patton both dreamed the same thing: that one must ask the Grand Duchess Constantin what to do to cure Mme Savelieff. And Mme Savelieff also dreamed that the Duchess said she must be massaged. When, struck by such a dream, Mme Patton went to ask the Duchess, she told her that she must indeed be massaged. It is so strange a thing that I cannot get over it — four such extraordinary dreams! Mlle Collignon and I dream the same thing two nights in a row, and for their part Mmes Patton and Savelieff dream (two dreams) the same thing. It is so strange! If I let myself go, I would have believed the end of the world was coming. No, no — as for the dreams of those ladies, I believe nothing fabulous, but that it was sent by God! I believe that firmly.
How strange it was when, the night before his arrival, I dreamed I was with Gioia, him, and two of Gioia’s children in a carriage. I remember his profile perfectly. And the very next day, turning the corner of the public garden, Mlle Collignon said: “There is the Duke of Hamilton.”
She said it very calmly, but what did it matter to her? I turned quickly — at first I did not want to believe my eyes, but then I recognised the very profile from the dream. He was on foot, speaking to ladies at the promenade.
This is how these dreams work:
(In reality) The Grand Duchess sent her lady-in-waiting to Mme Patton to tell her that she had dreamed the only remedy to cure her mother was to have her massaged. Mme Patton went to her mother, who told her that she had dreamed the only person who knew the means to cure her was the Grand Duchess. Then Mme Patton told her what the Grand Duchess had said.
In the evening, I spoke with Maman about my marriage and said that in Nice there is nothing. Then she told me that in Nice there is, and that old Hamilton wanted to abandon his family to marry a Russian. We spoke a great deal of him.
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I spoke ill of the Duke on purpose — I cannot speak of him otherwise before others.
I said:
— Because of him the duchy and everything were lost in wine and vodka — then I said:
— What an old, red-haired, fat man! — speaking of the father. Maman said:
— No, they say the father was very handsome and did not resemble his children. I had a terrible desire to say what I think of his son. Then Maman said:
— This one squandered everything through drunkenness and for Gioia. I blushed only a little, and in secret.
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I used to write small because I had a craze for saving on notebooks.
They said I would have a title. I expressed my views on the life of a husband and wife plainly and openly. I was understood and approved of. There was no one but Maman and Markevitch; we talked about the Hamiltons. I said that this one too would be found dead one day in some café.
Maman said there was nothing bad in his father dying like that, that such things happen to men. Markevitch even said that if he (that is, my husband) is a duke, he will not appreciate my knowing how to cook potatoes. She said this because Maman was preaching about domestic life. People will say I am silly to puff myself up with all these speculations about a duke, a prince, etc., etc. A mother always thinks her daughter the most beautiful. But truly, after talking about him, after it was very nearly said that I could marry him, it seems to me that it is possible, and I prayed with such fervour. It seems to me that God will take pity on me. That I shall be the Duchess of Hamilton.
They talked of the nobility of his family, which is even royal.
But it seems to me that next year I shall make his acquaintance. I am full of hope tonight. It is this conversation that stirs me — oh! if only it could be!