Tuesday, 10 February 1874

We go to this baptism. The ceremony was comical and stupid. The bishop -- stupid, ridiculous, hypocritical. I was bored. In the evening at the Howards', the children will perform two comedies. There were many people: the Sabatiers, with whom I became acquainted and who are very amiable; the Boutowskys, a little less gruff; and Mac Loren, very nice. Count Markoff alone was invited, which proves they have designs on him.
The stage, the curtain, the scenery, the footlights -- everything was there, a perfect theatre, in a word. They acted very well, especially Helene and Tebbitt. I had the little Sabatier beside me (pink dress, not bad -- or rather, bad, because of the atrocious and impossible dress and the ugly hairstyle); so Maman scolded me indirectly.
I go through to the study where they dress. I see Helene's friendship fade a little, but I only care about it for appearances' sake. We go to the drawing room; everything is perfectly arranged. I walk about, now with Marc, now with Lise. There were many people, nearly all of whom I know by sight at least.
Mme Allen is very, very kind. I can give no details; Maman vexed me enough, always indirectly. I must go to bed; I weep because of these attacks that reproach me for my face. Can I change it! Did I make it myself! Is it my fault if there are others more beautiful than I? I have nothing to wear; I am vexed above all on account of our life, which causes me serious anxiety. My God, protect me!

Notes

In English in the original.