Friday, 26 September 1873

At last I have finished the article against "A journey across the central plains of Europe." It remains to publish it now. Poor Miss Elder is quite astonished; she cannot imagine that I am going to have an article printed.
I go out with Bete (Dina's unbleached dress, not bad) -- I am generally the same now. I gave the new dress to be mended; I had broken a button. At the London House, while we were eating, Saetone bursts in like a madman and leaves again on the pretext of asking for a gentleman. Our carriage drew him in. Mme Skariatine has returned. La Corinthienne is open, the curtains at the windows, the candles prepared and lit in the drawing room. I believe the Boreels have arrived. The Villa Wittgenstein is also open and being done up. It is cold; I was obliged to put on my aunt's blue jacket. I think I shall keep it. From tomorrow I shall seriously attend to the liveries. Dina blushes at the name of Khalkionoff -- what a horror! Thank God Thou hast preserved me from such a scandal. The London House inspires Bete, and she speaks of the Duke. I tell her he will never marry but will die on the steps of Monaco, or in a restaurant, or at the London House itself. May God preserve him from such a fate! The fact is, it gives me great pleasure to scold him. Walitsky made a few faces about the Duke; I blushed.