Sunday, 16 November 1873

At nine o'clock I am nearly ready; I have only to put on the dress. Maman calls me:
"Now for the news," she says. "First, the dinner was very good, but here is the good part. We were eating in the salon when suddenly Sonitchka:
"'Allow me to congratulate you. How happy I am, how happy I am! Moussinka is getting married!'
"'Good heavens, Moussinka is a child -- is it possible that at fourteen little girls get married!'
"'But what are you all hiding? Everyone knows it; there is truly nothing to conceal. Really, I assure you. What absurdity.'
"'Well, truly they told me she was marrying Hamilton -- Lord Hamilton. It was in Heidelberg. Remus told me he is a doctor and a friend of all the Hamiltons. And the old lady told him:'
"'How happy I am, how happy I am! My two sons are getting married -- the Duke is marrying the daughter of the Duke of Manchester, and Lord a Russian young lady, Mlle Bashkirtseff.'"
All this Maman tells me, then she adds that my aunt said they would not give me to young men like the two Hamiltons, on account of their dissolute life -- especially the Duke, who, if he marries, in two years will go back to his Gioia. And Sonka said otherwise still: that it is the Duke you are marrying, Maman added. I cannot express my astonishment -- whence, how, when, who!!! There are extraordinary things, but never as marvellous as this! I cannot get over it! But truly it is fabulous! Is it the Holy Spirit who spreads all these tales?!!
My aunt wakes and we go to her; I have the story repeated by her, then by Dina, by Bete, by Walitsky -- by everyone, in a word. But she is mad, that Kolokolzoff! Did she say this seriously? I ask everyone. But it is not possible! Does she not understand that I am a child? I am so astonished that I become stupid. It is beyond me -- I would never have thought of such a thing!
But it is late and there is church (brown dress, black hat, not bad). Maman goes for the first time since her illness; the church is full -- so many Russians! But a woman struck me; for a moment I thought it was Gioia -- what an extraordinary resemblance. Gagarin is there, the Howards, Mme Teplakoff, of those we know. Coming out I meet Mlle Kolokolzoff; she finds me grown taller, prettier, etc., etc. I affect a great friendship; I shake her hand with all my might; I speak in the friendliest terms; I tell her how glad I am to see her, that I love her, or I no longer know what. I take her arm and we go down together. She in her turn tells me I know not how many I know not whats -- that she speaks from the heart, that she is too old to pay compliments, but that I am paying her compliments.
"I beg your pardon, Madame, but I may also say that I am too young to pay them."
And so on and so forth, etc., etc.
At lunch the Howards all come for a moment. We go to fetch them at two o'clock to drive together. We shall be four -- myself, Helene, Lise, and Dina. I have put on my hat and I am pretty. I fear it will rain. But we arrive happily at their house, take them, and go to the concert. There is an incredible number of carriages. We order horses for tomorrow at three o'clock; all four of us will ride. The day is grey but good, and I am fresh. We were standing near the garden when suddenly I see Mme Teplakoff approaching with Solominka, then the Baron de Nervo joins them, and this trinity stops opposite our carriage and, saluting us first, examines us next -- Mme Teplakoff armed with her lorgnette. This game continues for a few minutes, then we see Nervo approach the carriage: "I am charged, Mesdemoiselles, with asking which of you is the prettiest?" I expected as much. Then begins a confusion.

^["Drive" in English in the original.]
Lise says: Mlle Bashkirtseff.
Dina says: Mlle Howard.
And Helene and I speak too, but we say nothing. It would have lasted long enough, but I settled the matter:
"Monsieur, we are so modest that we can say nothing. Tell those ladies what you yourself think."
"In that case, I must say it is impossible to choose."
This scene was very amusing. Then Helene begged me to drive on -- quickly, quickly. We all laughed. After thirty-six turns of the promenade I get out with Helene and we walk a little, almost not at all. I do not know how, but she named I know not whom, and I understood -- the man at Oimara.
"The one with the yacht?"
"Hamilton? No."
"But it is Hamilton who had his yacht."
"You know him?"
"Yes, by sight."
"The fat one, the fat one, the fat one, the red one? Yes, the whole family is generally very scandalous"; and she began to tell me the Monaco story, but all garbled.
We get back in the carriage and that ends. She has an odd manner in speaking of Hamilton, and I strongly suspect...
We dine at their house; the whole time we are upstairs. Towards dinner everyone stays in the schoolroom, and Mlle Philips, the governess at the Addys', says to me:
"Mademoiselle, I am charged with a somewhat delicate commission towards you" ((I blush -- I know what she will say)) "-- Mme Addy admires your outfits so much that she has asked me to enquire where you get them in Paris, for she is sure you do not have them made in Nice."
Truly I did not expect it -- they admire my dresses, I who dress so simply! But I shall give the address with pleasure; it is in Paris. I give the address of Worth. Helene begins telling how many dresses I have, etc., etc. So I prove that I have only two for the street and two for evening, that I dress simply, etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc.
At last, dinner. Mme Howard is extremely kind and amiable. She had the meat cooked rare, almost raw, for me, but I could not swallow it -- it was still quite bloody. She is so vexed that Paul did not come, and she repeated it ten times; Lise too, and Helene said to her: why do you care so much about the brother? Lise turned red, red. I had been foolish enough to write a sentimental letter to Helene about the death of Abramovitch; she showed it to her mother, and since that moment she likes me very much. She told me she hopes I shall always keep such fine sentiments, etc., etc. I scolded Helene for it; she explained all manner of things, but after dinner she told me in the Bath that it is the only one she showed, then kissing me tenderly, that I am her only and first friend, etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc. I blushed when they spoke of Abramovitch -- am I stupid! They spoke of my studies to Miss Philips, who, I am sure, was sure -- as were the Addys and Bradys -- that I do nothing. She was surprised, very surprised, and praised me with Mme Howard at dinner. We drive her home.
I write; it is nearly midnight and I must rise at five. I dreamed again of him last night -- how glad I am. I enjoy myself well enough, even a great deal, when I go to the Howards'. The boys declaimed. We made mischief, and that is all.