Monday, 11 August 1873

From the morning we resolved to wait for Preiss, for this is the fourth time he has come. But until four o'clock we had time, and we went into town (grey dress, bad). I have the face of a hanged woman. At Francine's, they are coming tomorrow for my dress, then into town to wander the streets. I bought two small dressing cases in Russia leather for Lise and Aggie.
At luncheon my aunt sees Warpahowsky come in; she sends Paul to fetch him. He stayed at least an hour with us. He is a detestable creature — affected, stupid, and trying to be witty, a little mad, droll.
I want to go to Paris and from there to Nice. My aunt opposes it, but if I insist she will give in — without a doubt. I buy nothing here; in Paris the fashion is incomparable. How happy I am — everything I want comes to pass! Oh, thank God. But Preiss did not come; we dined at the hotel, then a promenade in the Prater and through town. We went to the ladies' concert. It is very curious to see an orchestra composed of women; only the trumpeters are young boys. After the third piece I wanted to leave — it is enough to see it, but to stay long is tiresome. We walked back to the hotel.
The weather is superb. A light rain has begun. How my aunt adores me! I have only to say a word and everything is done. They beg to go to the circus; she says neither yes nor no, until I say nothing. She never does anything without me. Everything I want comes to pass. I am truly happy. She waits until I go to bed. It is an adoration.
Paul, deliberately to tease me, provokes me; at once she comes to my aid. I have only to say:
"But what is he doing?"
And instantly she launches into a whole tirade. It often makes me laugh. Now she is waiting for me to finish writing so she can see me in bed.