Wednesday, 6 May 1874

At nine o'clock we saw the Howards off. The Boutowskys were no doubt there; these little mice poke their snouts everywhere I look well.
I was not entirely satisfied, since the Boutowskys took half of everything. It is not friendship, but pride. I have never had friends, I have none, and I believe I shall never have any. I do not believe that friendship as I imagine it exists in anyone but me. I am good, generous, reliable, loving. I give what I can, though often they prevent me by looks or by indirect words that make me ashamed of my goodness and my kindness -- they make me cold and distrustful. On one hand it is just as well, because there is so much sadness.
Every time I give free rein to my heart and my mind, they stop me with a cruel word that freezes me and makes me jaded!
But I am straying from this morning; these are not the thoughts I had in my head then -- it is this evening that they come to me on their own.
Old Barreme was leaving, and another young man whom we call Volkoff. Many gentlemen were seeing them off. M. Tichkevitch, the one who said I shall be pleasing to men because she has an incredible little face.
I watched with satisfaction as Maman was surrounded by MM. Tichkevitch, Barreme, and the Unemployed One, who henceforth has a name: Galula. He is useful, like a sort of drawing-room servant.
Helene, Lise, and Aggie are going to write to me as soon as they arrive. The farewells were tender.
I stopped at the market with Maman, then leaving her at home, I went with Dina to 55, where I spent an hour considering and reflecting on the planting and transplanting of trees.
My head has been badly mistreated; an hour barely suffices for my ordinary hairstyle, and even then it did not succeed.
What sun today! But as if to reward me, at six o'clock it turned cold and I breathed.
In the evening, myself, Dina, and Bete go to the church for the wedding of Mme Warvatzi's niece -- rather ugly -- and the groom, forty-five years old, with five children. There the princess introduced me to Mme Angel. At the moment the priest was saying:
-- But the wife is taller than the husband!
Mme Angel, turning around:
-- Don't listen to that; it will be fine as it is. One mustn't believe that.
I like her.
My God, I dare once more to pray to Thee to make us leave!