Friday, 6 February 1874

How I should like to be rid of that foolish Englishwoman -- disgusting, tiresome, and beneath contempt. It is our first Friday. There were some people of society.
The first was Tormosoff, whom we collected on going out with Papa (brown dress, good). There are many people; the first person I see is Woerman, whom I greet this time.
We leave Papa and Tormosoff at the Promenade. I go to that wretched Bouchon's; I find boots more wretched still; I take one...
Then I collect Hitchcock, whom I hasten to deposit at the Pont Neuf -- she goes to the post office. We call at Allard's and at Mortier's; I order a Tyrolean hat; Dina buys a black one. We make an impression: there were ladies who immediately asked who we were. I saw it, being already in the carriage -- as one does.
Allard comes to do our hair for this ball at Mme Emnaus's. That old American cannot understand that I do not go into society; she holds up as an example those two boys who leap about everywhere. If you killed her she could not understand that I must not go -- so I must go for at least an hour. But Allard gave me a young lady's hairstyle, which I detest; I tell him it is ugly, and he was abashed. I took pity on him and allowed him to arrange me. But the hairstyle had displeased me, and that was that. I tell him it is fine, but after his departure I undo my hair and set about dressing our party.
Diadia comes, and everyone is assembled at my aunt's, who is not going on account of her eye, which is very swollen.
I adjust my mother's overskirt, attach the flowers, pin, pull, and all is well. I make Maman walk the length of the room twice to see properly. But Dina calls me. I kneel down, I arrange her skirts -- and so well (how you admire what you do, presumptuous child!) that her dress changes its look and becomes as I like. Dragging myself on my knees I exclaim [sic]:
-- How unhappy are lovers who court on their knees!
-- Oh! Oh! said Paul from the other side of the room (we are in my room).
-- Verses? said Dina.
-- Are they?
At last I have finished my work.
Who will dress ME!!! There will be no one worthy enough, nor learned enough. My children propose to go at one o'clock to the ball at the Grand Hotel, organised and under the patronage of the young ladies of Nice.
I stay behind with pleasure. The Beak was at the strait. Where then is Lambertye? He is seen nowhere; has he left?
I bought an old fan; I adore it -- it is very old, worn, and pretty.