Saturday, 14 June 1873

At seven in the morning Sacchi comes and begs us to buy his property before two o’clock, or it will be too late.
Maman, wishing to be prudent, goes to Malausséna to consult him. He said that we may buy, but the deed must be drawn up carefully, otherwise they could make us pay double. It would take too long to tell it all.
The fact is that the villa has not been bought. Endless pros and cons.
We are on the point of moving and cannot make up our minds: go to the Villa Baquis, or else buy Sacchi’s and move there at once. Our lease at the Acqua Viva ends tomorrow; I think we are taking the Baquis, and the other business is so tangled that I understand nothing of it. To tell the truth, it is a terrible hardship for me to live there. For bourgeois people it would do, but for us... I am an aristocrat.
Editors’ note
[Four lines crossed out]
I prefer a ruined gentleman to a rich bourgeois. I see more charm in old satin and gilding blackened by time, in broken columns and ornaments, than in rich furnishings, lacquered, tasteless, vulgar and glaring. A true gentleman will not take pride in having shiny, well-polished boots, a tightly knotted cravat and close-fitting gloves. Not that his dress should be slovenly — no — but between the negligence of a nobleman and the negligence of a pauper there is such a great difference.
in the marginécriture de sa mère
in the margin It is true. [Her mother’s handwriting]
At two o’clock we saw all the Howard children go by in their landau; they were going to meet Monsieur, Madame and Hélène.
An hour later their servant brought us the sturgeon back. How thoughtful!
I did not go out during the day, but at seven, after taking Maman and the others to the station, Dina and I went to see the Swiss Times. We stayed there half an hour. Spoke English. She was delighted to see me.

Notes

In English in the original. ↩