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 well; the last quadrille went with wonderful spirit. But the change is visible: the Boutowskys are the gods of the day.
Hélène 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 Bosslovleff young ladies. Hélène, Lise, etc. had the tactlessness to tell Nadia that one of her cheeks is bigger than the other. Hélène and Lise were dressed like ragpickers. We are beginning to get on better with the Boutowskys; Mary-Helen especially is very friendly to me. 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.
I am writing today, Tuesday, about yesterday, Monday. I have forgotten a great deal and I am in a hurry.
I went to bed at half past three in the morning. The whole evening was very agreeable.