Sunday, 10 August 1873

We were expecting Preiss at noon, but at a quarter past twelve we went down to luncheon.
When I came back up, the chambermaid told me that the gentleman had come again and will return tomorrow at four. How unlucky — that is three times he has come. He no doubt believes it is Mme Miloradovitch, judging by his eagerness. It is cold, superb weather. I feel revived — this heat has been killing me. It is raining a little (grey dress, not bad). At the Exposition there is a crowd today. On arriving, I wanted to take the lift to the top. Halfway up, my aunt wants to turn back; I want to continue — I continue. She stays below, promising to return to the hotel and growing angry. But I knew very well she would wait for me, and I continue. The stairs are flooded; one can barely walk without getting wet. From the top, the view is very fine — one sees all the buildings of the Exposition, the pavilions, the fountains, etc. etc. It is a delicious day, so cool; at least one can see things.
At five we return and dine at the hotel. We go to the opera: Hamlet. I see it for the first time (white muslin dress, natural hair, no gloves — good, perhaps very). I like the opera very much; the women are very beautiful, the costumes too — the Queen’s in particular. Ophelia is very fine in the mad scene; she drowns admirably. The burial scene is stupid. Truly the Vienna theatre is beautiful — one can find no fault with it; the singers, the scenery, the costumes, the orchestra, the ballet — everything, in a word, is perfect. Three years ago it was far from being so for the female singers. And then, I was less particular.
We walked home. We had all laughed a great deal. At home, I annoyed Dina some more.
Editors’ note
[Undated, at the end of the notebook]
Widow Chevy, 123 rue d’Aboukir, hats; Mariahilf, Stumpergasse 38, riding crops; Franz Fischler, Futtergasse no. 8, riding habits. [Buy] a white mantilla. A landscape near Klamm, three hours from Vienna, on the road from Venice to Vienna.
Editors’ note
[Sketch on the facing page]
To drink l’amer (bitters — or la mer, the sea), you pour it into the glass and drink it.
Be sure to fasten the watch to the back of the bodice. A dress for the races with horses on the dress. With the name under each head.
Editors’ note
[Sketch of a costume]
Blue serge skirt, white blouse; black velvet bodice, black velvet at the neck, Leghorn straw hat without trimming, its brim turned back.
A large collar, to be worn like this: [Sketch of a costume] or else without the black velvet bodice.
Ankle boots Russia-leather shoes with reinforced heels.