Monday, 19 May 1873

Grey, a little rain, then a little sunshine — very fine.
My aunt is very ill; we are very worried, and so am I. My God, again it is to Thee I turn. Thou alone canst do all, and if the doctors heal, it is Thy will, and through them Thou workest Thy miracles.
To the promenade (black dress, sailor hat — not bad); my golden hair delights me. I was waiting for the carriage when my aunt wanted some jelly; I called Solominka (Mlle Collignon is ill, capricious, unbearable, disagreeable). We walked, then, having found a cab, we took it. I bought the jelly, brought it home, and we went out for a drive. I gave a tip so the driver would go fast. We were very gay. I am very fond of Solominka.
Back at home, I called the shopwoman from a small shop on the Rue de France to buy cherries. She came running eagerly. I see these women every day and was curious to speak with them. When I paid her, she counted the money — that made me laugh. These women are very amusing and so respectful that it is a pleasure to talk with them. They are so simple and know their place.
I wish Mlle Collignon would go: she is unbearable and neglects her duty — she makes me waste my time.