Friday, 11 July 1873

I rose at nine. Maman and my aunt came and we made plans for the journey. This is already the second time Maman mentions G. Miloradovitch (at that very instant the small mirror falls to the floor — I am mortally frightened; I dare not pick it up, for fear it is broken. It would be a dreadful omen. But, thank heaven, it is in one piece).
Maman said, among other things, in passing:
If you see Gritsia and Elisabeth Ivanovna, greet them. Coax Gritsia, be kind and pleasant to him.
It was said in the plural, but I could see very well that it was meant for me. I confess that on leaving Russia (I was eleven), this Miloradovitch courted me — but we were children.
He did not please me for a minute — on the contrary, I rather disliked him. But since I was so pestered — Maman even then had the same plan in her head — they told me so often that, tempted by his riches, I had the stupidity to write on a little scrap of paper that I would like to marry him, and some other foolishness concerning Berthe, Baden, Remy, etc. I wrote this after the first year in Baden. Well, one day they found this paper and teased me. I was in despair and prayed to God to make them forget it, and indeed they left me in peace. Well, since that time, Maman imagines that I was in love with Miloradovitch — that it is so poetic, since childhood, an eternal love, etc. etc. And now she believes possible, certain even, the return of this supposed love.
We have packed nearly everything.
At our house there is not a free minute; from morning to evening, visitors. Palajka even remarked very justly that:
These are not guests — they are permanent residents.
The whole day they stay at ours — all that remains is for them to sleep here too. But so much the better — since I am not obliged to stay with them, so much the better. When I am grown, a lady, I shall not always have people on my back, for one sometimes likes to be alone. But I do not say that it is bad at ours.
In the evening they brought me my white dress; it is just as I wanted it — I am very pleased. I went out; there was something to be altered, and near London House we all saw the Swiss Times. M. Howard has arrived from Vienna — the cholera is raging. Here is alarming news, which overturns all my plans. I believe we shall wait. Besides, tomorrow parliament will discuss the question — a great session.

Notes

In English in the original.