Saturday, 7 February 1874

This evening we have Hernani, which I have awaited so eagerly. Allard comes at two o'clock, does my hair, rushes, and has again done it as I do not like. I do not go out because of the hairstyle, but as I am in the habit of going out, I go to the garden, walk the entire path three times up and down; I see Auguste arriving, get into the carriage, and go as far as the Anitchkoffs' without a hat. Brunet comes and I go in.
At dinner I undid my hairstyle; it did not please me. I do my hair as always -- well enough (adorable blue dress, good), only the back is a little crooked. In general, good. Maman, my aunt, and Dina have very fine dresses too.
To arrive one must follow the line of carriages, which is endless; torches in the streets, gendarmes, policemen -- in short, the spectacle is complete; I would not have done more for myself. Servants posted like statues on every side, on the stairs -- in a word, everything is in full dress, majestic, and beautiful.
We are in the fifth row, but not in the centre of the hall -- very good places, nearly the best. The hall is as brilliant as possible. Everything that is rich, beautiful, and elegant. The Souvoroff, her daughter, and that other one; the Galve with Mademoiselle and that German lady are to the side as the other day. The little one I love is in white muslin; she is so sweet, so calm. Her face comes alive only when her father looks at her, speaks to her. She looks at him with such love; he too has a kind air. These ladies have very fine dresses, especially Mme Galve. There were many men, and as I like. Opposite me I had Furstenberg with his sort of guardian [Between the lines: his father, whom I took for a tutor] and two sorts of aunts. I put on slippers -- I have a small foot, and I was looking at it. It seemed to me that there was a sort of little
bench, but of a rather strange shape, with which I was playing. As I turned towards Dina after inspecting the boxes, she said to me:
-- What have you done? You have pulled off his hat -- the poor man was tugging and looking towards you so you would let go, but you were not looking. And at that moment I see the hat in Furstenberg's hands in a terrible state. I did not know what to do; I blushed, but I did not apologise. He saw my embarrassment and pretended to see nothing -- neither the hat, nor myself. Only the sort of tutor and one of the aunts cast me a look. How mortified I was -- only think, he is a German, and with a German aunt!
My waist is squeezed a little too tightly in this bodice, and the waist pains me. I wished the act would end so I could adjust myself; I could bear it no longer.
Mme Vigier has remarkably beautiful and rich costumes, and they suit her wonderfully. All the other actors are excellent.
They presented her with a monster bouquet of monsters, carried by four men on straps and followed by MM. Lewin, Prodgers, etc.; then yet another monster bouquet, which seemed a child beside the first, which was incredible. Another fifty or so bouquets thrown and presented, six poor little girls with flowers, the first of whom made a little speech to Mme Vigier, who held out her hand, which the poor child kissed. In short, the effects and the spectacles were splendid. The applause was not warm enough. Her voice has cracked even more since last year.
In the interval I go out into the corridor with Paul. The bodice no longer troubles me; it is cool and pleasant... Mme Souvoroff comes out too. All the men come out.
-- Who is that handsome man? Maman asked me, pointing to Baron Finot, who was behind us in the stalls.
-- It is Finot, for whom I blushed for two years -- such a monster, for in truth he displeases me now; a face like Lavrov's. What a fine man; his wife will be happy; he is pleasant, stout.
We go out with Maman at the second interval. People look at me a great deal -- far too much, even.
As I was wondering where the Comte de Lambertye could be -- I thought he had left -- he appears with his
eternal smile, passes twice looking at me closely; M. Gambart was before me, and I held the smile very bravely. MM. Barnola, Warrodel, Howard, Tebbitt, and even the baron approached us -- the latter, very amiable, will have the honour of bringing us the tickets for the carnival!
-- What superb dresses you have, Mademoiselle, and always new ones.
-- Always simple, Monsieur, and the same ones.
The whole entourage I love is in the corridor; each interval I go there with Maman, as I like. They were almost beginning the last act when Mme Howard and Lise passed not far from
us to leave; I go to join them.
Before
that, as I was standing to look, Mme Howard saw me, told Lise, who rose to see me; Tebbitt rose as well;
I bowed gracefully and we looked at each other for some time, smiling. How I should like to have a brother like Tebbitt.
During this evening, twice I believe, I involuntarily touched the head of young Furstenberg; I was exasperated, and he too, I think. Lambertye looks at me each time. Returning for the last act, at the door I meet Lucarini -- Good evening, how are you, well, farewell. Those are the words we exchanged. Lambertye was quite near; he was passing too, but stopped. At that moment Paul:
-- Who is he? A Russian?
I was still near the door (the first on the right), my back turned to the stage and Paul facing me, and Lambertye behind Paul. I spoke for both:
-- It is Lucarini, [the rest incomprehensible.]
I was obliged to raise my eyes a little to see my brother. And that animal was smiling; at last, when I felt I was about to blush, I slipped away to the stalls.
It is a ravishing, brilliant, and as I like evening. Only... only my aunt, instead of staying to wait in the antechamber -- I very much like to wait at the end -- she dragged us running after the carriage, which we caught near the Hotel des Anglais. This incident ruined the end and the final impression.
Everyone was there. And for the rest, I am very pleased.
I found a scrap of paper slipped between page 102. [It is not found in the notebook held at the B.N.F.]

Notes

In English in the original.