Monday, 29 June 1874

[Crossed out: At the prom. in the morning.] We made the round of all the shops with the Spa painted wares. I bought quantities of things to give as gifts. We were at a cobbler's when Mme Basilevitch passed; Dina called to her. Well, I have been looking for you, she said. From then on we did not separate for the rest of the day. At the concert we formed a bataclan with Walitsky, Paul, and the Casino director, a M. Kirch, who is always a useful man here. Moreover, they say he is well bred and has wit.
At half past four we all go (brown Worth dress, black hat, good) to the station to see whether anyone is coming. I find myself well enough here because I reign; all the rest is such dust. To reign over that is not much, but better than nothing.
Paul is in love with Basilevitch; she knows it. He is funny. This poor Basilevitch sighs for admirers; this Englishman pleases her, but he is a piece of wood and does not seek her out; she rages.
Maman slipped away and we went to play billiards, then to take mineral water, then I dined. In the evening at nine, the four of us -- I, Dina, Paul, and Walitsky -- go to the Casino; there is dancing. To the right, this Englishman with his sister; to the left, Mmes Basilevitch and Viviani. We seat ourselves with them, first in the second row behind the columns, then in the first. Basilevitch wanted to look at her handsome one. She is so vexed that she declared to us she takes him in aversion. Dina invented a story, as if he had said she pleased him very much but that he would persevere a week and everything would pass, that this was why he was so cold, etc. She grew animated at this story, took my arm, and begged me to tell it to her.
Oh! women.
Decidedly we form a bataclan.
Basilevitch did not dance with Paul; he is grieved. But passing by, she said to him:
-- You are sulking; well then! she added, [Crossed out: giving him] bringing her gloved hand near his lips, upon which he placed, after an instant's hesitation, a kiss.
She is a coquette; I study a little from her, for later. A gentleman asked me to dance; I refused, naturally. Afterward I learned that he had asked whether he could invite me without having been introduced; they told him, "Try."
I soared above all this dust. Viviani wants to organize a performance. Tomorrow we dine at her house.
The ball over, we play billiards, three against three: me, Walitsky, Kirch, against Basilevitch, Dina, and Paul.
It was lively enough. We and Basilevitch were the only ones worth mentioning; as for the rest, let us not speak of it. This Kirch is useful at the Casino, and for all things one can apply to him -- it is convenient.
I complain, like Basilevitch, of the lack of gentlemen; there is not a single one -- it is devastating. She told me today that there is not one, that she is bored. She is right. She says it openly: she says she cannot do without admirers, and that she must be courted. Such women are the most innocent.
Tomorrow she comes to our place, to go together to the marquise's. If only someone interesting would come; but there will be locals -- "do-you-know?" and "isn't-it?" types. Miserere.
-- Why do you not dance? Viviani said to me a hundred times. At last I told her:
-- To tell you the truth, I do not dance because I do not know with whom I would be dancing, and I do not like that.
We must liven up this poor Spa; we shall think on it and discuss it tomorrow at the marquise's. This dear woman, according to Mme de Mouzay's words, spoke of me to this director, who expects to find a marvel in each of my words. When one is prepared like that, it is not hard to have wit. I believe I am being modest. All the same, I owe so many thanks to this good Mme de Mouzay; she says so much good of me.

Notes

In Russian.
Latin, "have mercy" -- Marie's recurring exclamation of despair.