Sunday, 4 January 1874

How sweet it is to wake up naturally; my alarm did not ring and I opened my eyes on my own. It is like when one goes by boat and forgets oneself, the boat stops and one wakes. After having performed my morning ablution I go to Maman's room to hear the news from yesterday. I find everyone very lively and content -- it does one good to have fun, one hasn't time to think of all the family quarrels.
It was very fine yesterday, the prettiest outfits being those of Mme Prodgers, Maman, and my aunt. Dina was very animated and admired, they say. A Marguerite coiffure etc. etc. -- as a dress for a young girl making her first appearance, Dina's was ravishing; even the severe Patton paid compliments. In short, everyone is pleased. The cold buffet, hot buffet, and supper, the whole thing for two hundred people, were admirably perfect. No one goes to church; I am ready at one o'clock only, and that is when we have lunch. They say that Loftus, the brother of that Loftus whom Hamilton was courting in Baden, was at the soiree yesterday.
It rained, but afterwards the weather is fair enough, foggy, humid and grey.
I go out with Dina and Nadia (brown dress and hat, good). Our dear Auguste is insufferable; he drives us so slowly. There were rather few people. The concert over, we return and I go out again with my aunt (conspirator). Dina stays at home.
We had barely reached the Promenade when the setting sun, red as fire, appeared; I could not help but smile, so much did this ray after a grey and sad day seem to me like a smile after tears.
I order a few good things at the London House and zu Haus. At dinner, extreme happiness -- we spoke of the Duke. We began by speaking of the gifts customarily given in England on the occasion of marriages, then I recounted the gifts Miss Gladstone had received, then we came to Lady Montagu. Papa asked whether he was already married and where he was, whether Lady Montagu was rich. When I said she is very rich, he said Hamilton would restore his finances, for he was ruined. I hastened to correct this error.
I recounted his gifts in English and in Russian, with a very indifferent air, at the same time as those of Miss Gladstone. My aunt was watching me.
I went to study for an hour, then I go to bed, but in this world one does not do as one wishes -- I am drawn by my own self to go downstairs and take tea. Downstairs there were my aunt and Solominka; the latter spoke to me of Gioia, of her dress, her figure, her painted face, and asked Bete to whom she belongs. Bete said that before she belonged to Hamilton and now to whoever wants her. Solominka:
-- Why did he drop her?
-- Because he is married.
My aunt: -- Ask her, she said, laughing.
They were saying that Lewin is handsome; I said that I do not like those faces. Solominka said she likes men like Hamilton. Miserere! I should think so -- Hamilton, handsome as a god. Gioia and Hamilton! There are two creatures who play a great role in my life. Miserere!
I detached the cord belt from my dress and we skipped rope with Solominka. Maman is tired; she kept to her bed all day.
Tomorrow the pigeon shooting. Miserere!

Notes

In English in the original.
In German in the original. "At home."