Tuesday, 3 February 1874

And people admire her!
Miserere!
Must one be so stupid!
Maman bought me a few more books; what I read immediately is Louis XIV and His Century. The book is open before me, I gaze at Buckingham -- he is so handsome. Only an Englishman can be so handsome. There is nothing like an English duke, Parisian; whenever I encounter one, no matter where, even in a book, I grow enthusiastic and adore him... I adore Buckingham. He was as stout as Hamilton -- [Crossed out: I adore] -- what is a thin man! I read the adventures of Buckingham; I devour them. Hamilton is a modern Buckingham! But the unfortunate man is bound by his honourable marriage to a peeress. Miserere! An Englishwoman cannot be beautiful, not as I would like. As a woman, there is only myself; as a man, an English-Parisian duke -- but he must be stout, like... Ham... like Buckingham. Another whom I adore is Nero.
It is nearly midnight; I was reading. How one can tell that I am
so young -- in a few years, a book will not keep me up but will make me yawn.
How wise I think I am! And how I shall mock my wisdom later.
I dreamed of Hamilton, but he did not have his face.
I did not go to bed; the coming carnival occupies me, and I go to talk about it with Dina, who is reading in the sitting room by the light of Josephine's lamp.
For a long time we talk -- of costumes, of society, above all of how we shall go. We despair over our life, how we shall be alone, how tedious it will be seeing everyone who knows one another. We talked so long that all return from Monaco on the last train and find us thus. I go down to supper and go to bed at two in the morning, endlessly regretting that missed ball. It is the best of the season, and how vexed I am that Maman did not go! Well.
Another grey and very cold day. I have a terrible cold (hooded cloak, good). One has such a fine complexion in this weather.
We go -- Dina, Paul, and I -- to the Promenade; there are few people. I take off my hooded cloak to put on Dina's jacket, which becomes pretty on me. I go for a walk with Hitchcock. I enter Bussi's to look at pearls; I have a desire for a pair of black pearl earrings.
We shall have some difficulty, I think, in ridding ourselves of Hitchcock. She lacks all pride to the point that she said: I think you won't go before March. There is a creature unworthy even of detestation.
I angered Papa by improvising bad verses at the table, then I began to say how beautiful I am, ravishing, etc. etc. First he told me I was ugly, then he flew into a rage and ended by shouting. Since I think I should not have joked with him, I went to make peace.
When I think of our life, I am in despair. Dina is right not to go to the ball; to go as we do is abominable. Often I forget and soften things for myself, but the naked truth shows itself and disillusions me, fills me with despair!..

Notes

In English in the original.