Saturday, 24 May 1873

To dine at the Sapogenikoffs' at half past one (ecru dress, hair half-down, half-pinned-up — well). At eleven in town with Paul to look for lamp
glasses for someone in Nice and to buy the book that I have lost. We walked through all the town for we could not find those glasses and were obliged to seek them everywhere. We have found them at last and the book too. I was so looked at! Indeed, as if I was a bear or I don't know what. Again I don't know why it was. It is not because I am ridiculous for I am not; and I dare not say that it is because I am... pretty... Oh! no. I don't say that. At the Sapogenikoff's at dinner. Afterwards several parties at croquet. But I can't say what is it, only I am not at ease there, and cannot make friends with the girls.
When at five o'clock mamma came, (she went after dinner to the hotel to finish with Krumling) I was very much relieved to go, besides I wanted to buy the croquet which we saw this morning with Paul; it is a magnificent one from London. The Boyds had such a game in Baden.
We went with mamma and bought it. I was very much pleased. After having dined at the table d'hôte (for the first was not a famous one) we all three went for a walk and I have bougth two balls for it has so much attraction for me now, I will become a baby.
At eight o'clock Mr Yourkoff with Alexis and Cima, the boy who lives with them, came to go to the circus with us.
On the way there I recovered a little and regained my cheerful humour. I talked with the boys. This Cima was throwing glances at me and it made me laugh inwardly. We took seats in the front row — the places had been reserved (oh! Maman and Paul are chatting and I cannot write; I am writing stupidly). The performance was very fine — the acrobat especially did supernatural things.
Coming out, Maman introduced me to the daughters of Mme Kanchine. When I entered the circus, one of them, the eldest, examined me closely. My appearance made quite an impression in general — especially because I am entirely new to the people here, and because I walk in the streets; for one does not see Geneva society, and if one did not know it existed, one might believe that in Geneva there are only cooks, working women, etc. etc.
Here the children are like in Baden — the boys court the girls etc. etc. etc. I should have a great deal of trouble if I stayed, for I run after nobody and conduct myself very proudly. On the whole, it amuses me well enough and I should be happy in Geneva, but it is absolutely necessary to know everyone; otherwise it is a tomb. One does not live in the street as in Nice, Baden, etc. etc. — one lives at home. Ah! at the circus I saw the gentleman whom all last winter we took for Audiffret the elder; Yourkoff knows him — it is Comte Grimau. On the drive back I had a discussion with Yourkoff about
pigeon shooting. He was displaying all his principles of morality and I know not what else; I wanted to prove the contrary. I was in good humour and I appreciate it all the more as it is rarer in me now. I picture all the comical quarrels there would be over the boys who would court me with Marie Sapogenikoff. For if I stayed any longer, Cima..... well, it is all the same. A friend of Paul's told him that I am
beautiful (fool that he is).
Reading this one would think I am filled with these absurdities and that it is all serious. I note it down to laugh at later. I am not one of those girls who become infatuated with boys — no. I would willingly let myself be courted — oh yes! — but never a squeeze of the hand, nor (God forbid) a kiss. I remain always cold — that is to say, I am as I am, for I cannot possibly take this seriously. And I shall be all the more sought after for it. Girls who hang on the necks of boys — that is worthless. One single serious thing occupies me: the Duke of Hamilton. If he reads this journal one day, he will see me whole, as I am before myself. He will see that I am not like everyone else, that I love him, that all my thoughts are serious, that I do not concern myself with foolishness like the others. In everything I do, everywhere I go, I think only of him. Before, I could amuse myself; now, in the midst of all my amusements, a single desire pursues me — to see him, to have him near me. Always I say to myself: "Ah! if he were here!" I love him, my God! I beseech Thee to make him love me.

Notes

In English in the original.