Since that wretched moment when that silly creature told me this horror, I continue to be breathless. As if I had been running for an hour -- exactly...
It rains horribly. I am going to read Homer's "Iliad." At two o'clock I am free; I write a heap of ==nonsenses== to the Howards. The ==wet weather==...
I was playing the piano when the newspapers were brought in. I take up *Galignani's Messenger*, and the first lines that fall under my eyes:
My alarm clock is broken; I do not wake until half past six. I slept enough, but my face is terribly tired and one can see the traces of yesterday's...
I go, still in my nightgown, to my aunt's where they recount yesterday at Monaco. They saw M. and Mme Wittgenstein -- or rather, Prince Wittgenstein...
I read in *Galignani* that the Duchess of Manchester and Lady Mary Montagu arrived in London on Thursday, from Germany. I believe the wedding will...
==After lunch== I have only two hours of piano. I go shooting with Walitsky, Paul, and Trifon. Paul's rifle is very good. We went all around the...
"Papa, leave off -- do not disturb Maman."
I took up *Le Derby* last evening, which I had not yet read. Between the declarations of forfeits and the engagements I read: "We read in the English...
Walitsky, without rhyme or reason, pesters me about the Duke of Hamilton. Every word is a needle that pricks the wound. (Maillard has arrived.) I...
Last evening I had barely fallen asleep when I hear a knock at the door -- it is Dina and Paul.
Maman is still in bed. We were to go with Dina to church, just the two of us, but the fierce Persian came and unfortunately we go with her -- though...
My alarm clock, which I thought was ==all right==, stopped at eleven and I slept until half past six.
Oh, what a sad day -- never, it seems to me, have I been so bored. Miss Hitchcock, my new governess, writes that she will be in Nice on Saturday.
That sow has not come to redo my dresses! The green one is on its ==last legs==.
At lunch Papa again permitted himself dreadful impertinences, and I go straight to Maman and tell her, choking and stifled with rage, that I cannot...
How stupid of me not to have kept my journal in more detail when I used to see him often. How happily I should read that now!
I go with Bete to the station at three o'clock to meet the governess (new blue dress, good). But how to recognize her? We got down from the carriage...