Sunday, 7 December 1873

In three days.
Three days! For me an instant; for them a century.
I go with Hitchcock to the English church. I look fresh, for I rose at half past eight, studied, breakfasted, and then straight to church (blue dress and hat, fine). There was no one interesting -- all dust. Truly, Englishwomen are bearable only of the first quality; the rest are terrible detestations. Mr. Howard with Lise and Willy were there; we saw each other. We are to dine at their house today. I set about preparing an Italian exercise when Maman calls me to go out. Grandpapa comes too; he has been so irritable these past few days, almost unbearable -- and then he took it into his head to eat a mandarin orange in the middle of the promenade; I wanted to hide under the carriage. He flies into a rage like a madman against me although I say nothing offensive, and he goes home. And in the carriage, we see the Prince and Princess Festititz -- the lady who laughs.
I let out an exclamation and I am very glad to see them again. More friends I do not know.
A terrible wind; I change my dress (brown, black hat, fine). I changed my hairstyle a little for the better and I am pleased. We go several times to the promenade -- Bete, Dina, and I. How wretched Nice is! No one, not a face on which to rest one's eyes, not a young man's carriage. On the fifteenth of January the races and the shooting begin. Wretched existence -- dreary vegetation. Towards six o'clock we go to the Howards'. We dine as usual at their house. We go upstairs afterwards as usual; I teased Lise about Tibet -- she becomes agitated and giggly. I guessed right.
Helene is an adorable girl, and she adores me. We left everyone in the blue salon and walked in the large one. She asked me if I liked the romantic. I answered that I like what is good romantic, but I detest stupid romantic. A rather foolish answer, upon my word.
(In the carriage we spoke with Maman about the dirty and the clean. I said that the English are clean. Then Dina:
-- But Hamilton, how dirty he always is.
-- No, he is not dirty, but clean.
Maman: -- Who?
I: -- Hamilton, duke.
Maman: -- He is always dirty.
-- But no, it is only on the outside of his clothes, but he is clean; his shirt is clean.
Dina: Well, I have not been inside and I do not know, but outside he is always dirty.
I spoke very calmly, without blushing; only I could not prevent a slight smile. (A sweet and melancholically joyful feeling takes hold of me when I speak of him.)
We kissed each other a thousand times perhaps this evening. True friendship! Ah, young girls. I am entirely at ease with them, and especially with Helene. I find a real pleasure in seeing her. That is rare with me. I even rarely desire to see her. I wanted her to tell me about "The Depraved Life." Mme Howard came to stay a while with us. I leave with regret -- that, too, is rare with me. I was walking about the salon with Helene and I was thinking of him.
Paul was with us. I believe Tibet will be cross and Paul chefi. All that is quite indifferent to me.
They showed us the dresses. For mine I wrote to Worth.
Ah, how bored I am! To think that tomorrow I must rise, eat, study, go out, study again, go out again, and go to bed only to rise again -- without hope, without aim...
"I am nothing, etc." Provided the good Lord does not punish me for my complaints amid plenty and happiness.
I invent misfortunes; I manufacture them.