Monday, 10 November 1873

All these days, torrential rains -- but today the weather is fine. I was having my English lesson when Walitsky flings open the door, rushes in with a sheet of music -- "Dedicated to the Duchess of Hamilton, Princess of Baden!" he cries like a madman, and leaves. Hitchcock asks what it is about; I say I have no idea, but Walitsky comes back in and says:
-- You do not know, oh! Miss Mary is in love. The Duke of Hamilton!

^[In English in the original.]
-- Oh! How stupid, don't believe, it is all nonsense; I don't know the Duke of Hamilton. I only saw him sometimes in the street.

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-- But it is of no use to love him, he is married, says Hitchcock.

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-- No, he is not; it is the old one that was married to the Princess of Bade. He is dead.

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-- Well, I am sure you told he was nice.

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-- No, never, but they are seizing me about that, but it is all nonsense, I assure you. I only hold that I like his manner of dressing; it is not common, and they seize me. And imagine, how stupid -- I am when I hear his name I become quite red.

^[In English in the original. Marie writes "seizing" for "teasing."]
-- Oh! Then what will you do when you see him? You will be quite red.

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-- I don't know, but he is going to marry.

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-- Whom?

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-- I don't know.

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-- Perhaps yes, whom?

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-- I do not know indeed.

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-- I like very much the name of Hamilton. Yes, it is a very good name.

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-- Well, when I see him, I shall introduce him to you.

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-- Do you know him?

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-- Not at all; red, fat, little grey eyes, smiling because he is very often, almost always drunk.

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-- Oh! Then I won't introduce him; he won't do a good husband if he drinks.

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-- Oh! But please, don't begin you to tease me. I say it is all nonsense -- a little girl as I am, in love... oh, horror! Nonsense.

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-- Yes, you are a little girl.

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The horses come and we go out with Paul; there are a great many people, but how wretched Nice is to live in permanently! To come for the month of the races as if on an outing -- that is charming. But to live here! Oh, goodness.

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My horse skids, plays up, and even makes too much mischief -- he would not go forward and began to spin round and mounted the pavement; with difficulty I got him to walk. But towards the end he went so well that I am quite delighted. It was almost dark; they were lighting the lanterns, and then we trotted. But this horse is truly charming. I am training him to trot; we passed nearly the whole promenade at a trot. I was going very well, very well -- on arriving at the house I declared that I burn with a new flame for... myself.

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We were trotting a piu non posso and I would not allow a stop: Go on, Jennings, go on! That is my war-cry. A coachman at the races in Paris was urging on Jennings as they (those horses) were passing and nearly reaching the finish: Go on, Jennings, go on! I could not stop repeating it, and I shall repeat it for a long time; it will be my catchphrase and my oath instead of "dogs." In the garden, a full gallop as at the races. What bliss! I climb the stairs in my riding habit with a scarlet face, and they tell me that M. Tormosoff is with us. Solominka is also in the salon, quite flushed, excited, and in a state. Poor creature! They speak of Mme Beketoff -- there is a woman after my own heart. She writes to Tormosoff that she will spend the winter in Cairo, the blessed woman!

^[Italian: a piu non posso = to the utmost. "Go on, Jennings, go on!" and "excited" in English in the original.]
At dinner I drink, to astonish Miss Hitchcock, a glass of red wine and water, then a quarter glass of brandy, all at once. Then I become gay, and to repeat all I said... upon my word, I give it up. I know only that I laughed, she laughed, we laughed, they laughed. In the salon afterwards, Walitsky plays music. How well he plays -- it is a charm. At dinner I depicted the Duke of Hamilton: He has cow's legs, pig's face, and a hippopotamus's back. Red hair, red face, little eyes. Awful.

^[In English in the original.]
How I wish to stay with everyone; they are singing. But lessons -- that plague of human life. Having finished them I go to say good night, and they begin to praise me -- about my studies, physics, chemistry, etc., etc. -- and Bete begins to praise my face, to say I am fair. Many have told me so, but I shall never believe it. (Maman has seen Prince Gagarin.)

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I write, and I hear the piano and the voices; how I wish I could go! But no -- duty. Go on, Jennings, go on!

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There are three new horses: Molly Brown, Mobile II, Whaler.
His Mobile won first prize at Porchefontaine. It is the first time since Baden that I see him win a first prize. I look at his photograph by the light; I see only the back of his neck, but... I see within myself his face, so vivid, so natural.
I love him so! I do not know why... I am stupid. I am so miserable, and at the same time I laugh, I sing, I eat. Especially eating is not seemly for one who is so miserable. But I am like that. I die for an instant and in a second I am gay, lively, and mad, and when I am at the height of madness I fall back con maggior forza into ennui, into grief. My dear Hippopatamus, we shall see each oth--

^[Italian: con maggior forza = with greater force.]