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 Lefèvre’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.
-- Yes, that ugly little man.
At the same time I said that he is marrying an Obelisk.
We talked about my wager:
-- Remember that he was always looking.
-- Yes, yes.
-- Well, he still goes on, and that is why I offered Dina two thousand francs to tell him that piece of nonsense.
Fortunately no one told her any nonsense about Fedus. My aunt maintains that he is a Rodionoff.
They would not give the Obelisk to a Rodionoff.
-- But they are not giving her to him; he is not getting married, he is escorting the Duchesse de Mouchy and that is all.
My aunt thinks he is not getting married, and I think the opposite.
I lost at roulette again this evening. I am unlucky at play before the time has come for me to be lucky in love. It is not fair.
The winds go on and the crowd grows thinner. It is sad.
I have just been looking at the pigeon shooting, and I saw it so vividly that it has stirred me.
He will not come to Nice again this winter.
And the devil take him and his darling wife.
Fie, fie, fie, my child, you lower yourself by saying that; a little more composure. You must look upon him with indifference.
It is true, I should like to see Lady Montagu; I am very curious, I should very much like to see her. I hope I shall have that happiness next winter.
But what I desire most is to live in Paris, in Paris society, I mean, and to come to Nice every winter for two months. If that could be, I should be the happiest girl in the whole world. I must not think of it; the thought of such happiness sets me aflame, carries me away.

Notes

Written in Russian in the manuscript; French translation by the editor. ↩
In English in the original. ↩