Friday, 10 October 1873

That little Elder is a minx. I have never seen a worse gossip -- she is only eighteen. What will she be with time?
But what a fool I am -- at the name of Addy I turn bright red! I forgot to pinch the tip of my ear. It is a very good remedy. I have saved myself several times already by pinching my ear.
Maman goes out with us (green dress, good). We go to fetch Paul from the lycee. Maman and I go in; the headmaster invites us into his study and we wait for Paul while chatting with him. He says Paul is excessively weak.
God grant he makes progress -- he is fourteen! For two months we are both fourteen. How old I am, when one thinks that in fourteen months I shall be sixteen! It is frightening. A marriageable girl!
Ah! Lord, what misfortune!
I shudder. When I think of what stratagems one must resort to! “To brave the hideous jealousy of mothers, / Having death in one’s heart, yet seeming happy.” [illegible] in society
Still, it cannot be so very disagreeable after all. I shall never have death in my heart, unless...
They are going to paper the dining room.
It is cold; we leave Papa at home and take Dina. I changed hats -- I put on the blue one. The straw is too cold; I await Maillard impatiently for the felt one!
We pass by, and Gioia has just come out; she is still in the same blue and white striped linen dress. She was setting her dog down on the ground with a coquettish and graceful air. I could see her very well face to face, being in the front seat (second seat). The Princess says Gioia is thin. This is news to me. I must see her again to be sure, but it is impossible. Bete adds: thin as a rail.
She had a girlish air. This dress is oddly made, as if she had put on the Princess’s dress -- it is fitted in the cut, but on her it is very loose. It hangs off her, as Bete says. She is charming playing with the dog. We turn, but she goes into a lane; fortunately she stops at the entrance and speaks to Nash -- I suppose her son is at Nash’s. She was talking at the entrance to the lane near the Villa Faÿ. She has very distinguished and pleasant manners. She is attractive, likeable. She has a quite particular way of giving her hand and saying good day. She has something I do not understand, but which burns me, makes my heart beat, and agitates me. I watch her every movement without being able to catch a single one. I am stupid to go into ecstasies over a courtesan.
No, she is adorable -- oh, why does she not...
We remembered Grand-maman and I dissolved into tears. To hide them I turn towards the street, but there are people about, so I had to dry my eyes and sit properly. Ah, my God!
With the cold, I come alive again; I become pink and white instead of burning red as during the heat.