Wednesday, 5 August 1874

I do not go out at all; I am ill. I continue sewing my gray bodice. We go to dine at Baas; it rains.
I love Spa, and I often love Nice. I picture Nice to myself -- that is, our villa one afternoon after the rain, and Blackprince on the Promenade with his two dogs. This evening takes place the charity concert in which I was to sing.
White Worth dress, hair hanging down; I am pink and well. We find seats in the front row, to the right. To the side is Princess Marguerite with her lady-in-waiting, the Marquise de Villamarina and the marquis; then Prince Doria comes and sits behind the princess and converses with her. To the left before us, in the corner, are Gericke with the count, Paparigopoulos, his cousin, de Jahal; a little farther the marquise, Countess Merjeewsky, and Madame Paparigopoulos. The young ladies of the Hotel d'Orange sing.
I keep looking at Doria. I first saw him on the Pouhon square once when I had gone alone to buy fruit at Delannois's; I did not know who he was. He is not handsome, but he is distinguished and tall.
I looked at him the moment he came in, and again two or three times. One could not help seeing him, since he was behind Marguerite and I was often looking at her. He too was looking, and at the end of the evening Maman said:
"Neither from you... nor from us did he take his eyes the entire evening, while he was speaking with Marguerite."
I like it when people of quality look at me, especially people who are so fine in every respect, like Prince Doria.
I go home and to fall asleep make up a story about him.
The little Pole was icy; poor wretch. [Crossed out: when] I have a mind to take him. I want to be kind; I want to take him to Nice; I want him to be happy so as to make him unhappy. I feel a great satisfaction in sensing my power to be wicked, to be cruel.

Notes

In English in the original. Marie's private code name.