Tuesday, 6 January 1874

At church with Dina and Paul (blue dress, brown hat, good) -- countless people.
I have finished The Iliad. Have mercy!
I go at three o’clock with everyone to Mortier’s for a hat for Machenka (what bad taste!). I could never get used to her manners. Then I walk with Hitchcock. I have a very pretty waist, especially today as I have laced myself a little tighter, for generally I am loosely corseted.
I went to Haton’s to ask the price of a belt and a gold hair ornament; tomorrow I shall have the cardboard model. I return and find my dress which has “just arrived” -- but that wretched Worth has made it with a train. I am furious. We shout and argue like dogs in my room; this train vexes me. It will have to be remade. I go to study but Striker no. 2 comes with Paul and we prat chat for an hour. He danced the Boston.
I hurry for I must write a reprimand to Worth, go to bed at once, and rise at half past four.

Notes

In Latin in the original: Miserere ! — the opening word of Psalm 51 (Miserere mei, Deus), Marie’s habitual cry of woe. ↩