Friday, 27 March 1874

I have just played and won fifteen francs -- a small revenge for all of Paul's meannesses.
We had many visitors and a rather disagreeable adventure befell me. There was still no one and I was quietly studying a sonata in petticoats and without my bodice when M. Barnola entered. I threw myself under the piano; Maman sent him out into the vestibule, and I escaped. Once in my room, I laughed and talked to myself.
Mania is a charming girl; she tells us the whole story of her sister's marriage -- how Potemkine fell in love, how he courted her, how he wept, etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. -- then at last one day he was lunching at their house; visitors arrived; Monsieur and Madame went to the salon, and Mania, her sister, and the amorato were left alone. Then near a window -- absolutely near a window -- he declared himself and kissed Katia's hand (that must be delightful), who turned red at that moment. Mme Potemkine came in and asked what was the matter.
I am ill, and she went to her room.
At four o'clock I go out and we travel on foot through the whole town of Nice looking for buttons like those at Francine's; I bought the fabric and the green dress will be made (this evening it is the left ear that burns); we do not return until seven. No way to find these buttons, and yet they are the simplest in the world.
Tomorrow I hope to go to Monaco. It would be a small change; Nice is so tedious since there is no one.
The Leeches and the Spangs no longer go to their [illegible]; I believe even that Mme Leech is no longer here, and I believe also that the Comte de Lareld is seriously courting Mme Spang.

Notes

Italian: lover.