Wednesday, 7 January 1874

We go out and I take my dress to Monier who will fix it. Andrionoff comes up with us to Monier’s. We make plans for this spring. We shall see Stiopa and his wife off and then go on a tour of Italy. I am already thinking of my travelling outfit.
Maman goes to return the call on Mme Antonsky and has us come up afterwards too. M. and Mme Warrodel arrive on Sunday. We also stop by Haton’s.
At dinner Papa is mad; he says dreadful things about those who go to Monaco in front of Hitchcock -- that one should lift their skirts and thrash the women who go there, that they are nothing but cocottes etc. etc. What respect after that can this English turkey have for Maman! Oh! Have mercy, have mercy, have mercy!
They spoke of Collignon and then he became furious and said rude things to me; I answered with proofs, to silence him, to make him stop saying abominable things and practically slandering and speaking ill of his own daughter. I thought I had better leave, otherwise it would never end. But the princess stays with him and he says a thousand rude things to her, to which she replies in kind.
Oh! Have mercy, have mercy!
Sometimes I am so ashamed of what he says that I want to hide under the table!
I have not been to the Promenade, and I have not seen anyone for a long time now.
The Howard girls have invited us to the children’s party which will take place at their house on Thursday. Have mercy. I shall not put on the blue dress because I fear the gloveless boys.

Notes

Written in Russian in the manuscript; French translation by the editor. ↩
In Latin in the original: triple Miserere ! — the opening word of Psalm 51 (Miserere mei, Deus), Marie’s habitual cry of woe. Marie’s “triple” and “double” become the repeated cry. ↩
In English in the original. ↩