Tuesday, 20 January 1874

The alarm did not ring and I slept fino alle otto e mezzo. Miserere! E tempo di ricomminciare a lavorare tutti questi giorni erano giorni di divertimento ma! O misera me! Venerdi fini su tutto cio che mi fa vivere! Il Pigeon shooting e le corse. Tutto finisce in questo mondo!
I told myself the sun must not show itself too often -- that is why I did not go to Monaco yesterday, and today I regret it, that is to say no, if I regret it -- no. On one hand I regret it, and on the other I am pleased.
My heart tightens when I think che venerdi tutto finisce. Races and shooting all is over; soon the world I love will depart, and then -- oh then! I hope, my God, that I shall depart too. I go out first by carriage (adorable brown dress; the bodice fits me splendidly well). I take the blue bodice back to Mme Gonin so she may fit it perfectly. There is music. Around a quarter past three I go to fetch Hitchcock and we go for a walk; I contrived to pass by the churchyard, then through a private villa, and just like that we were at once on the Promenade. We walk as far as the Acqua Viva; there I see the Duc de Mouchy with Lambertye in a cab; both turn around, but decorously. I nearly blushed. Little Labanoff will no doubt be the Beauty this winter. She has an insolently satisfied face.
The weather is fine although the heavenly body which etc. is shining. I do not know how it happens that all men look at me. I am not, as last year, a little dressed-up girl; I no longer show myself as often; I conduct myself simply; my hair is done simply; I am dressed elegantly, it is true, but according to my age -- so one cannot say it is because I am ridiculous, extravagant, or fast. It is my person that is at stake. Every gentleman in the street looks at me. I pass by, and I am sure those before whom I pass will notice me. Passing through the Strait of Flies there was a bataclan of little dogs, Furstenberg I among others, who looked at me at once.
On the Promenade too I met Count Markoff; I stop a few minutes to speak with him.
What is curious is that I consider it an insult when I am not noticed; I could have struck the man who does not see me -- no doubt one of those I admire; I care nothing for the locals or the riffraff!
And I am not beautiful; I am only not bad.
Tebbitt and Striker greeted us amabilissimamente -- mercenary! And who is not mercenary! Some for an evening party, others for a dinner, a third for the name, yet another for love! Everyone on this earth is mercenary.
I do not complain of it in the least.

Notes

In Italian in the original. "Until half past eight." / "It is time to start working again; all these days were days of amusement, but! Oh wretched me! Friday ends everything that makes me live! The pigeon shooting and the races. Everything ends in this world!" / "That Friday everything ends."
In English in the original.
In Italian in the original. "Most amiably."