Friday, 20 March 1874

Why did I make so many explanations about my inclination for the Duke of Hamilton -- why did I say it is or is not because he is a duke, etc.? Was it not better to say simply: I love him. And who would dare not believe it?
The reception began with the visit of the gracious Princess Souvoroff; she showed much friendship to Maman all winter at Monte Carlo and ended by paying a call. She left her portrait and made Maman give her word to come to her house in Paris -- she has just bought one. She reproached Maman for not having invited her to see our villa. In a word, she is the most amiable and charming of women.
Today there were particularly many [people], so that I hope all will soon be well.
This morning I rode on horseback with Paul. Black Prince -- this poor horse is very calm, dextrous; he was ridden in Luxembourg. I rode too late, from eleven to one, the moment when the sun burns most, and my face is all sunburnt; it will not pass soon. Mlle Collignon stayed a while longer at Lefevre's; today since morning she has been at our house. I am charming to her; I take her to the villa, which I show her around. From showing this villa to all our acquaintances I have become like those guides who show the sights to foreigners in Switzerland -- I know by heart what I am going to say.
On horseback with Paul I went up all the terraces and through the cypress walk and everywhere. I wished several times to meet Emile -- that dear Emile who copies the duke so much -- but I met him only once, and when I was not thinking of it at all.
Poor little one, he thinks he has become both large and red-haired and altogether Hamilton. The carriage, the horses, the pose, the slightest movements -- all come from this sublime model, and it does no harm in truth. Even that pose of the duke in his carriage when he leans forward looking at his hands -- I cannot quite explain it, but I understand -- even that pose is copied. He is right; he has taken a perfect model, and by dint of imitating him he will become something. He even goes to la Gioia's at the same hour the duke used to go, and walks past the public garden in front of the hotels.
Walitsky tried to drop a few words to Collignon about Lambertye, and -- I remember, she said -- that ugly little man.