Wednesday, 8 October 1873

Having gone to bed at twelve, I do not get up until six. It is raining (rain cloak, good); to Visconti’s and Medecin’s -- tomorrow I shall be able to see the hats.
I am mad, but one day in winter I saw a Black servant bring the carriage to the Duke when he was at her house; shortly after, he came out, and she -- or her carriage. Today I see this same servant and I imagine he is the Duke’s man, and that he announces to Gioia the arrival of his master. I am mad, but all this presented itself to my imagination.