Thursday, 26 February 1874

Maman enters the drawing room all in tears; Dina knows. I do not go to see her until the evening; it is stupid to intrude when one is grieving. There is no consoler but time.
I was very vexed this afternoon on the Promenade; passing Boreel, who was strolling on his balcony, I blushed. It is unforgivable! I quickly turned to my aunt -- we were alone (brown dress -- good). This hat bores me terribly and I have ordered another from Mortier. The Tyrolean is hideous; I will not have it.
She told me that yesterday, back from Monaco, they supped at the London House, and that Boreel, Emile, Kinsky were betting at the London House itself on who could skip rope best, or something of the sort.
This Boreel must have seen my disgusting, unbearable, stupid, unseemly, misplaced blush, and, remembering previous years, I must be as repugnant to him as the madman is to me. Truly I do not forgive myself this blush! If only he had not seen it!
We stay a few minutes at the concert. Then we collect Stiopa, Walitsky and Paul and we run everywhere looking for a roulette set for Stiopa. It is very late when we return.
Immediately after dinner we set to playing. I arrange the table, the rake, the betting boards; I am the banker, five francs in the bank. The play was rather high for us; we were Stiopa, Walitsky, Paul, Machenka and for a while the princess. My aunt had the patience to spin the wheel from seven o'clock until ten in the evening. I sometimes had to pay out ten francs at a time and more, which is considerable when one plays with small coins. Paul broke the bank several times when it rose to thirty francs and more.
I retire having won nearly nine francs, not counting the five francs. I shall be a great gambler! -- if only I have money.
We shall not wear mourning; I should like to, I had already imagined a light family mourning, charming. How pitiless and heartless I am. Forgive my frivolity, my God -- I am mad and foolish.