Thursday, 22 May 1873

What a business! If ever I had anything like this! Without any preparation at all — here I am on the road to Geneva with the two o'clock train. This is how it happened: for the same reason as the other time — the jeweller wants to charge double. The other time they advised Maman against it, but this time she is going. I do not quite know the details of the affair, but never mind. I took Dina's old grey dress, arranged it as best I could, and it is marvellous. Everything I put on is pretty; the most graceless of dresses on me becomes graceful. On another person the same dress is ugly; on me it takes quite a different air. This is not to flatter myself — it is the pure truth.
We set off for the station where we found nearly everyone who remains in Nice. Mme Rice with her brother and cousin, Mlle Combie whom we knew. We spoke with them, and as they were going the same way we arranged to travel together. Walitsky, Markevitch, and Dina saw us off. My aunt is still ill — she causes us such pain.
So off we went — I am dizzy with it all, so unexpected!
The journey as far as Lyon was very pleasant in the company of these Americans; they are charming and kind. I spoke English quite well (I write this while Maman and Krumling calculate the bills on the other side of the table, and it muddles me and I cannot write). From Lyon we were with men; this bored me, for they did not look comme il faut. I chatted the whole time, and the book I had brought with me was useless as far as Lyon. But when the Americans left, I have looked for it, and found that it was lost, but I must buy one to finish it: "Mabel Waughan" by the author of "The Lamplighter". The Rices had a book I want to read — "Satanella" by Neville, or something of this kind. We parted very good friends.

Notes

In English in the original.