Saturday, 14 June 1873

I had scarcely finished lunch when M. Patton arrives in haste to tell us that the villa next to his is for sale — the owner has a criminal case on his hands and wants to sell at any price. The deal must be done today, for if he does not have ten thousand francs at once he is condemned. I beg them to buy this villa — it will be a kindness to him. Maman, Dina, and Solominka rush to see the house and find it charming. We go in our turn — my aunt and I with Maman and Walitsky.
The owner and his wife look wretched; they try to show off everything to our eyes. The appraisers value the furniture, and while these people are in misery, they ask for wine and good cigars. The monsters! They have no heart — they are like undertakers.
[In the margin: The comparison is a fine one.] [Her mother's handwriting?]
The house is fairly pretty, not very large, but by adding a large drawing room and three bedrooms above, it could be very fine. The price: sixty-five thousand francs — ten thousand at once, ten thousand in a month; thirty thousand over ten years, and fifteen thousand from the Crédit Foncier over fifty years. They are nearly agreed.
But we want to consult Patton; to go faster we take a cab. The Pattons are at dinner; we speak of business (I say we, for everyone spoke — it is a little republic; each has a voice. It is rare to find a family where there is no I; it is always we). We take the consul with us. We go to the notary to find out whether he has the right to sell; he has. We go to Patton's garden — his house is being rebuilt; they are arranging, renovating! They send Biasini (a sort of building supervisor, whose brother is a fashionable architect); he discusses the price. They will not yield an inch. Sixty thousand francs is too dear — everyone says so, and we wanted to buy so quickly because they said it was a good opportunity. After interminable negotiations we departed. Sacchi, the owner, is to come to us today or tomorrow. Patton says one must not rush. We do not trust this, having been several times deceived.
[In the margin: His Grace the Duke of Hamilton]
During dinner they bring me the blue dress — pretty.
It would be impossible for me to describe all that was said, all that was done, everywhere one went for this purchase. I shall confine myself to giving the result tomorrow.
At eight o'clock we all went for a drive; from there they went to the Folies Niçoises, where a party awaited them. I went first to the Countess de Mouzay's to return the little napkin that M. Anitchkoff had carried off instead of his handkerchief.
I rang in vain for ten minutes — no one. Then to the Quai Saint-Jean to see the grey bodice. It is badly made; I need a dress, and this one is ruined.

Notes

In English in the original.