Friday, 6 June 1873

Passing the villa of Gioia, the little terrace to the right drew my attention. It is there that the year before last, going to the races, I saw him seated with her. Before them a dish. He was seated in his majestic way — noble and light at the same time — a cake in his hand. I remember all these trifles so well.
As we passed we looked at him — and he at us. He is the only one of whom Maman speaks; she likes him very much, and I am delighted by it. She said: "There is Hamilton, eating cakes — well, that is quite natural; he is at home."
I did not love him — or rather I had not yet realized that sort of turmoil in me when I saw him. Only now do I understand, and I remember the slightest details concerning him, the slightest words spoken about him. When Rémy came to tell me at the races at Baden that he had just spoken with the Duke of Hamilton, my heart gave a jolt I did not understand. Then when, at those same races, la Gioia was seated beside us and speaking of him, I was scarcely listening. Oh! how much would I give to hear those words today! Then when I passed the English shop he was there — he looked at me with an air of saying:
"How funny this little girl is — what does she imagine? — how ridiculous!" — with a mocking air. He was right; I was very funny then with my silk dresses — I was ridiculous!
I did not look at him. Then at last, every time I saw him — every time — my heart leapt and gave such a hard blow in my chest that it hurt. I do not know if anyone has felt this, but when I see him my heart pounds so hard that I am afraid it will be heard. Before, I thought the heart was only a piece of flesh; now I see it communicates with the spirit. I understand now when they say: "My heart beat." Before, at the theater, when they said it, I thought nothing of it; now I recognize the emotions I have felt.