Friday, 31 July 1874

I was cold during the night; under my eyes it is blue; I am pale. I have a slight headache. Paul tells me a delightful story: last night all the young men of Spa went out and switched the signs on every shop. They put the lantern at the Hotel de Flandre, all the Pouhon flowers at the Robensons', the Tobacco Shop sign in a confectionery, an enormous antediluvian carriage [Crossed out: they placed] in the middle of the Seven O'Clock Avenue, and several other follies. At the slightest noise they would take refuge at Annette and Lubin, where they waited for dawn; de Thiers fled to his country house, having been caught by the gendarmes.
I think that when I am independent I shall have the young men do things of this sort under my direction, and even cleverer things. They will adore me.
I am well enough, but my eyes are circled and I am pale.
Brandon
[Crossed out: Crossed out: Nodnarb]
Tomorrow Gambart gives a garden party, the program for which follows.
We had not been at the promenade in a long time; today it is a diversion. We find Countess Merjeewsky alone under a tree; on the other side of the tree were Princess Marguerite and her retinue. This poor countess! Her husband had the audacity to bring with him the second Therese. Therese's father tolerates this, is very pleased, and constantly imposes himself on that poor woman. What a family! But old Witoslowsky -- there is what astonishes me.
The countess almost said -- almost everything. In any case she said enough for me to confirm my suspicions.
What a family!
I do not like the count's looks.
Dinner at the Hotel de Flandre; to get there I took a donkey. In the courtyard we meet the Robensons, Row, Ladd, Mrs. Ladd, Winslow on horseback. As we were going to dinner the fire bell rang. All the visitors and those of the private society set to work. They say it was splendid to see. One saw the dandies of this place muddied and singed, jumping on roofs, pumping, shouting. Walitsky and Paul worked furiously, and when Paul, all in rags and soaked, came back along the Promenade -- the fire was on the Avenue du Morteau; the Russian pavilion and the houses beside it burned -- he was applauded.
Around seven o'clock all the ladies were there, Dina and I as well.
But what is the matter with me? I am weak; I wake each morning with a headache; getting up and walking from the table to the piano exhausts me. I have no grief, I desire nothing, I am as always -- whence comes this illness, for it is an illness! My God, I shall pray to Thee as before: help me, heal me, have pity on me!
Make me again as I was. I am weak, pale, ugly! My God, heal me, forgive me, have pity on me!
In the avenue we meet the Davignons and the Thereses, and Paparigopoulos, who is furious. He is a steward for Gambart's party; he asked him for three invitations -- one for Eristoff, another for an American lady, and the third for Davignon. He had promised them, and Gambart refused. He has every right to be furious, and he is not going to the party tomorrow.
The Thereses, whom I cannot bear, detest me and drove me to the brink a hundred times with their amiable cruelties. I could have beaten them.
Papa comes in the evening to see Maman, who is ill, then excuses himself, saying he must go see his cousin who has just arrived. He leaves, and half an hour later we go to the casino. They had said the gentlemen would be there in their fire-fighting costumes; none of this was true. Only we saw Papa with a lady who hid when she saw us. Gericke, they say, was there; I did not see him -- I am delighted. He no doubt thinks I am pale because of him; how revolting!
I no longer know how to tell a story; I never knew how very well, and now I do not know at all.
I am ashamed of my face. What would I not give to be as I was! My eyes are swollen, I am pale, under my eyes I have blue marks. I am abominable!