Monday, 20 April 1874

There was a scene about the trip to Geneva; they were irritating me; I was furious, irritated, grieved.
In the evening at the Howards' (white dress, hair up and simple, good). It was rather amusing; we danced a great deal, and the last quadrille was of wonderful spirit. But the change is visible: the Boutowskys are the gods of the day.
Helene had the stupidity to say that I do as I please. At this I scolded her seriously and harshly; then I gave her some advice and told her nearly everything I had to say. She understood, but what does it matter. I was for the most part with Nadia and the Mademoiselles Bosslovleff. Helene, Lise, etc. had the tactlessness to tell Nadia that one of her cheeks is bigger than the other. Helene and Lise were dressed like ragpickers. We are beginning to get on better with the Boutowskys; Mary-Helen especially shows me friendliness. The supper was excellent. It was very droll when Patton waltzed with Mme Boutowsky, then M. Boutowsky with his daughters. M. and Mme Boutowsky act like lovers.
It is today, Tuesday, that I write for yesterday, Monday. I have forgotten much and I am in a hurry.
I went to bed at half past three in the morning. The whole evening was very agreeable.
I was forgetting to say that they made me sing -- in a dark room; I do not sing otherwise. M. and Mme Filimonoff wished to hear too, for the first time there were only the Howards, the Bosslovleffs, and Nadia. They were satisfied, and I did not sing well; I was horribly afraid.