Sunday, 15 March 1874

At church (blue dress -- good) I cannot endure my brown hat; it has been a long time since I last wore it, and the black one is beginning to bore me too. I am astonished how I could have worn a caricature like the brown.
I expected to see the baron at church, and indeed I saw him, but he only came to ask Maman whether the carnival tickets were paid; I expected more.
They tell a whole love story about him and Le Bec, who is said to be in love with the baron and the baron with her, but the mother and the whole Areopagus will have none of him. That Le Bec is very unhappy and fell ill on account of it. The mother and Le Bec were at church -- poor Woerman too. The poor souls!
I go to collect my violets and we go home.
I go on foot with Machenka, Stiopa and Walitsky; I am very pleased to go on foot -- I have the occasion once a month, and not even that. We go all four to the Promenade, but Stiopa stays on a bench and we continue. What is the matter with my tonton and tantine from the baptism -- they stared me and turned to look at me. What is wrong with these stupid Germans? Are they still angry about little Charles's hat? As for him, on the contrary, he always turns away as if he were afraid of me. We walk as far as 55, but we passed several times through the Strait, which has a few fine butterflies among the vulgar. Maman, my aunt and Dina come to collect us; like that we are five in the carriage and Walitsky the sixth on the box. Maman, my aunt and Walitsky stay at the station and we go to Rumpelmayer's. All at once in comes Lucie Durand with two of her little sisters. We greet each other and I exchange a few words with her, but I am stupefied by her manners. I am astonished how she is tolerated in any salon. Dina, who was carrying a cake to her mouth, stopped, and her hand remained motionless the whole time Lucie was in the room -- Dina's eyes were fixed on her, so astonished, surprised and scandalized was she by the manners of the pretty Spaniard. Indeed she is more impermise [sic]. Dina goes home and I go again to the Promenade with Machenka to look for Papa, whom we do not find.
Everyone is marrying this year, beginning with our Grand Duchess Marie, then the Duke of Hamilton, and even in Nice where no one marries, the prefect's daughter has married. Warrodel has married, Potemkine has married, the elder Mlle Sabatier is marrying a M. Bernisse, and at last -- oh, wonder! -- let anyone guess who is marrying. Well, it is a man they thought unmarriageable; it is... it is... it is John de Lewin. Is it not astonishing, surprising and incredible enough! He marries the younger Mlle Sabatier, who brings him two million as dowry. It is only hearsay, however. I am forgetting a great marriage: the Grand Duke Nicolas, son of Constantin, is marrying Mlle Skobeleff, sister of Princess Belocelsky.
Coming home through our little street I meet Conquista, Lambertye and a third whom I could recognize. Our carriage pressed them against the wall.
They were coming from the Duchess de Mouchy's. The Obelisk is Fulchra, whilst the count is Fedus.
Paul was very rude and strange at dinner. He had fresh cucumbers sent from Paris and promised to sell me two. Now he refuses to sell, offers them to everyone except me, and shows displeasure when Bete offers me her portion. I found this of a surprising rudeness and absurdity.

Notes

In English in the original.