Sunday, 12 October 1873

The alarm clock did not wake me, and I slept until ten. Josephine came to ask if I am going to church. Of course I go (unbleached dress, good). There is a detestable wind.
Everyone goes to croquet; we settle under the trees. I try to play, but the sun burns me and the wind carries off my hat. I grew cross and quit the game.
We go to bring a paper to Abrial -- still the affair of that cursed girl! Maman pardoned the theft, and that serpent brings a defamation suit. But they will prosecute that harpy!
The wind infuriates me -- Papa too. He places Renard beside him and sits so broadly that I have only a little corner. And it irritates me so when something touches me!... Now Papa's shoulder was touching me with every step the horses took. Besides this the sun was burning me; I could not open my parasol -- Papa was so close. But everything has an end. Papa goes home.
There are not yet many people; I am bored, the wind disorders my hair and the plume of my hat -- everything flies into my face. Ah, what an unhappy promenade! With an indescriptible relief I go home and tidy myself a little. It is cooler; there are people about. At the band, only a few carriages. But as compensation there is young Audiffret -- that is better than nothing. He has grown more handsome; now one may say he is a good-looking boy. He is not my type, but he is a good-looking boy. We stop not far from the little budding crew: Audiffret, Saetone, and another imbecile. They pass before us, stopping every ten paces so as to be able to stop before us without embarrassment. The Princess says to me:
"Look, they are saying something about you -- there, that one spoke, and they are looking."
"Let them. It is nothing new."
They were not mocking. Oh, what a fool I am. I should think they were not mocking!! It is beginning to grow cold; I go home once more to change (green dress, blue hat, very good) -- this dress and hat suit me admirably. This time Maman comes out too. She has an embroidered cloak with plumes, black, the Red Cross brooch, and the Paris hat. She is very beautiful, and I am proud of it. Ah, if only she would take care of herself! We saw the little crew again; towards the end of the promenade my gaiety returns, and I amuse myself -- especially from the green dress onwards.
How happy one is when one is pleased with oneself! I am so sometimes -- today a little, towards five o'clock.
Ah, when will he come, my God?
Gioia's house is completely shuttered.
[Crossed out: I love; if he knew.]

Notes

In English in the original.
In English in the original (with Marie's own spelling).