Saturday, 1 November 1873

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 (Auguste and Said are in uniform) and stood near the door examining all the figures who appeared suspect and guilty of long curls and a large crinoline. We pursued an Englishwoman, speaking English and pronouncing "Hitchcock" every minute. But in vain -- no one.
All the time is spent at home. Paul takes the carriage and goes to Arson's. At five o'clock, with difficulty, I managed to get the landau, and we went out with Bete. It is cold and nearly dark; however, we saw the Vigier with a bedsheet on her head.
I was bored -- I am always bored now, even when I am enjoying myself. I am so accustomed to going before dinner to the London House or to [...]
[Written earlier:
"Liberty Costume with a bare leg of papier-mache attached to the side, which I shall extend instead of my hand."]
My prayer until Monday, 13 October 1873.
-- Our Father
-- Hail Mary
-- Credo
-- Bless the room
-- Let God arise
-- Deliver us from smallpox and from corns
-- To be good
-- Family happiness
-- Life and health of my mother
-- That Pavloucha be a man of worth (2 bows)
-- To be rid of the lawsuit (2 bows).
I give thanks for everything, for instance for Berthe, Baden, etc.
-- To live well, to entertain or to live in Paris (three bows)
-- To own our horses, one for myself (2 bows).
-- To make the acquaintance of the Duke of Hamilton and for him to visit us (2 bows)
-- German, Italian, and Latin languages (3 bows)
-- English language and other lessons, prayer and at the same time thanks (6 bows)
-- For Berthe, etc.
-- Connections in Nice
-- Dresses, thanks and petition
-- To ride, thanks and petition
-- For Hamilton to abandon Gioia
-- To make his acquaintance, for him to love me and marry me.
-- To have carriage horses, ride horses, and race-horses (3 bows)
-- To attend the shooting events and the races
-- To study well
-- To sing and play well
-- To speak English well
-- To marry well
-- To be rich
-- (Recapitulation) -- Lessons, English language, governess, dresses, riding, connections, husband, racehorses, etc.
Final:
-- Life of my mother
-- Health
-- Wealth
-- Title
-- Fine position (in society)
-- To marry the Duke of Hamilton and have three children, a son and two daughters (3 bows)
-- To have racehorses, to bet on them, to win the wager and carry off the prizes (3 bows)
Recapitulation:
-- To keep my mother, etc. etc.
-- That Dina marry quickly and well
-- That Pavloucha be a gentleman.
-- For my voice to be great, strong, pure, resonant, deep, round, sweet, supple, flexible, and pleasing (3 bows).
-- Tranquillita.
-- Salvazione.
-- E tutto.
Notebook No. 12
My unhappy journal
begun on Saturday, 1 November 1873 / finished on Thursday, 20 November 1873 / belonging to me
Rue du Temple, Villa Baquis, Buffa, Nice.
Unhappy journal! These last three books -- 10, 11, 12 -- are filled with miseries! I keep this unhappy journal only to know how many sorrows I had and how many times my hopes become miseries afterward.
Saturday, 1 November 1873 (continued)
Rumpelmayer's, which I had to visit this evening too, to complete the day. We ate excellent cherry ices. What a bad husband I would make! And what an incomparable wife I should be! If I were a man I should never have married, because there is not another me.
At eight o'clock Hitchcock is to arrive. Walitsky, with Trifon (Papa's valet), went. We are in expectation. At last I have entendre a carriage in its rumbling, and Walitsky appears, saying: "Mlle Marie, Miss Hitchcock." She is a thin, dark, dry Englishwoman. I show her to her room, then go down to have food sent up to her.
I go to see her again; we exchange a few words on the journey, the fatigue, etc. etc., upon which I bid her good night. We all gather in the dining room, and Walitsky, Bete, Solominka, and my aunt take turns recounting some episodes from their boarding school days.
It is tiresome, the first days of having a stranger, but "you will get used to it, my girl!"
Solominka quarrels with Walitsky and behaves very rudely. Bete marvels that in our house one can do as one pleases and repay hospitality with ingratitude.
[Written across the page: As if she repaid it with gratitude.]
Georges obtains a testimonial from several ladies, since the Tolstoy woman has all hers from men. This affair will be amusing and interesting.
Georges was telling me to go see the Prince of Monaco's chateau, and was recounting stories of the Princess of Monaco, born Hamilton. Bete asked if she is pretty. I no doubt said very pretty, ravishing, beautiful, but Bete asked my aunt again, saying that one cannot trust me on the subject. Everything that is Hamilton, even (.........), is beautiful to you, Bebelle. My aunt said:
"She is very beautiful -- a face exactly like her brother's, the redhead's, only with black hair and beautiful eyes."
I sang before Hitchcock's arrival, and everything I describe happened before her arrival as well.
This evening his image does not leave me, and I feel a faintness in my chest (I do not say heart -- that word wearies me). No one speaks any longer of the Duke of Hamilton at home.
I dragged out the geography lesson with Collignon for fear of arriving at England and at the map where I had scratched out and rewritten his name in ink, and now I have simply torn the map of England from the atlas, torn it to pieces, and burned it.
Look -- just now I saw him! I cannot believe I saw him close up at the Tir; it seems a dream. The moment I saw him I was not on earth but in the clouds -- (from the smoke of his gun. -- Nonsense!) -- and this evening I see his face so distinctly that I am transported. I did not describe in detail the day of the Tir, but I remember everything as if I were there at this moment: everyone, the places occupied by this one or that one, my movements; Wittgenstein's steamer sailing close to the terrace of the Tir, the conversation I was hearing; before me Randouin, Sharjinska, etc.; to the right Lady Falkner, etc.; to the left, Englishmen; and behind, the Galves, etc. -- and at last, for an instant, very near, him. He stood not far from the Galves, leaning near a column with his back to the sea, writing on his knee in his notebook, I suppose. He changed his place. My hand is frozen and I am sleepy; it is nearly one o'clock.
But how everything about him seems perfect to me! I am ashamed of myself for last year -- I was a ridiculous little girl, and I thought that someone might look at me.
Oh, folly! Oh, error! O stupidity!
But if only I had been sixteen then!
How amusing I was last winter. It is a pity he pleased me then. But I did not understand whether I loved him or not; it is only today that I see. My ecstasies of that time were produced by imagination.
Either it was that, or it is the stupid manner in which I kept my journal that makes what I felt seem ridiculous and false.
But now, before God, I love him.
At first I thought of him simply because the title and the name pleased me, and the fortune suited me. The man was also interesting and congenial, and nothing more. But from the moment I saw him I became so infatuated with him that it is shameful for a girl of my age. And since that moment it has gone crescendo.

Notes

In English in the original.
Tranquility. Salvation. And that is all. (Italian)
Anglicisms in the original: Marie blends English and French.
In English in the original.
I am the author of the testimonial.