Diary of Marie Bashkirtseff
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Tuesday, 19 May 1874

After waiting two hours -- two hours, without exaggerating by a minute -- two hours at Laferriere's, I finally tried on my grey outfit and ordered another dress; Maman too, a black dress.
Stupefied, I came out of there. Then after running about for quite some time, I finally found a hat that suits me very well but is not the style I like.
On the Rue de la Paix we met the Prince de Bravura -- prinze, as we used to call him. He has grown handsomer and taller.
Towards the end of our dinner at the Russian bistrot, Paul arrives with Striker (we met them the day we arrived, in the lift at the Splendide Hotel). Maman and Dina want to run through the streets again; I refuse this noble occupation and return home between Paul and Striker.
To amuse myself I make them wrestle; the chairs and the mirrors were threatened. I try my own strength at lifting chairs, etc., etc. Then we play Kings, Idiots, and My Trumps -- games taught me by Marthe Maximova, my nursemaid, and which are my favourites.
It was silly and amusing.
Good night.