Sunday, 29 March 1874

Abominable lentil
Detestable eel
Miserable creature
Woodcock, donkey by nature.
Bloated [sic], self-satisfied
Beaming, ill-made
Such is this faded Apollo
He possesses a long nose
And there he is, such as he is.
That is a little better. I sleep until half past eleven, then we play, then I go out; it is hot. The idea comes to me to ride; I order the horses, I tell Paul, I eat an ice so as to feel cool, and there we are on horseback. The public is almost entirely Nicois. I saw Fedus from behind, but he saw me well enough; I do not know how he looked at me. This morning I complained to Maman about Lambertye, but very seriously. I am resolved to stare at him insolently the first time he dares to look at me.
Nearly every time I am on horseback I meet the Prince of Wittgenstein. He was alone and approached the end of the boulevard to see us pass. I did not look at him; I do not look anyone in the face; I am afraid of meeting an impertinent fellow like Fedus. But him -- I have never looked at him; it is he who looks at me. And even a year ago Mlle Collignon scolded me, saying that I make all the men stare at me, Fedus in particular. And he laughed, the oaf, the ugly wretch! And why, I should very much like to know -- even if there were a reason, one does not mock people so; one has not the audacity to laugh in their face, to be so uncivil!
It is hot, and on arriving in my room I nearly fainted; I had no strength to change; I could not breathe. With great difficulty I removed my things and threw myself into an armchair near the window; the fresh air did me good. I thought I was going to die, so ill did I feel, but I opened the window -- it was nearly evening -- and the air revived me.
I go down to dinner in a house dress; I had not the courage to dress properly.