Friday, 29 August 1873

At ten I wake; I wrote yesterday until half past two in the morning. The horror Drillat comes; I was still upstairs, and while chatting, noon arrives without anyone noticing. One must have luncheon, but that horror is there. I go down; he is chatting with Grandpapa, who lets himself be pestered and imagines that this creature is a hero, that he can make of Georges whatever he wishes. At last Papa wants this Drillat to go to Maman's to speak of the grave affair.
What audacity, what insolence that Maman, ill as she is, should receive such a... oh!! In good health she ought not to tolerate him, and she is not pleased that he comes nearly as often as I do, but Maman is so good that she is incapable of acting with force and prefers to tolerate this horror rather than have him shown the door. But this insolent man speaks so loudly! He said to me:
"Good day, Mlle Marie, how are you?" — but so loudly, and how dare he pronounce my name?! I am beside myself!! I replied only with a nod, and:
"Thank you, very well" — in a manner that made my disposition perfectly clear.
Maman is in bed, all of us around her, when Walitsky returns from the Pattons' and says that Abramovitch is dead!!!!!!!! It is terrifying, incredible, strange — it is cholera, no doubt! I cannot believe the "dear consul" is dead. It always seems to me that in winter he will return with his yellow-wheeled carriage, his famous fur-lined coat and his plaid. Death is dreadful! And especially so proper and kind a young man as Abramovitch. Truly I am very, very grieved by his death! So the Gros and Saetone types live on, while a young man like Abramovitch dies! Everyone, like me, is distressed; even Dina let slip an exclamation — everyone. I hasten to write to Helene. They said a great deal that poor Abramovitch was to marry her.
I begin my letter with Paris, etc.; in the middle I put the death of poor Abramovitch, and finish with the races. We are in my room when this sad news arrives (Maman's white dressing gown; I put on the coral jewelry and the flower earrings — very well). Everyone in the family admires me. That nobody Makaroff said — spoke to Papa about my ears. The princess admires me too; she says little, but she looks at me, and her gaze says a great deal.
Oh, if only the Duke admired me as much! It is very natural that my family love me. And all that rabble admires me too, and it enrages me and humiliates me to the highest degree!
After dinner I dress (grey dress, flower buckles and velvet at the neck — good but ordinary, phooey!). I received the letter from Worth, saying he could not find the fabric I want, and I am delighted. As I have two hats — I was not supposed to have them — I want to cancel the grey ribbed silk from the blue dress, and I will not allow myself black velvet unless the grey is removed.
The princess reassured me about Gioia's beauty — it is the photography, that is all. Besides, I shall see for myself; winter is not long in coming. I sent for Bensa at Delbecchi's; I shall tell him to give me tutors, and with God's help I shall arrange things properly.