Sunday, 9 August 1874

Day by day I am getting better; Walitsky gave me quinine pills -- it seems I had a fever.
The count was to leave this morning at ten o'clock, but he stayed because yesterday I said:
I am not inviting you to go riding -- you will always find buts and ifs.
At three o'clock he is at our house. Walitsky forbids him from riding because this morning he had another nervous crisis. He did not dare refuse, saying that Mademoiselle Marie would be angry, so I have him told very graciously that he may stay behind and that I shall not be cross.
At four o'clock I mount my horse with Paul, to bid farewell to my dear Spa, for which I feel a particular tenderness.
Maman and Dina are in the carriage and drive the count to the Viviani's. I follow them. On the slope leading up to the villa, I stop the horse, call back the count, give him my bridle to hold and my riding crop between his teeth, and adjust my hat. This pleased him and cost me nothing.
He squeezed my hand harder than usual, and I raised my eyes to him -- which I do not always do.
We go to Gambart's, where I fix my hair; he is most charming. From there to La Geronstere, then by several unfamiliar paths to the Artists' Promenade; I took all manner of lanes and detours, then through the Louveniere into town. The horse is good and I am pleased.
[Crossed out: We stop]
I rode the whole time without saying a word; I was thinking, dreaming even. I would gladly have heard a declaration of love -- several, even. I was bidding farewell to this dear second Baden. I even thought of Gericke, of all our excursions when we formed our little circle.
I felt regret.
I galloped.
I thought of... M. de Biesme. I fancied he was riding beside me.
It had rained in the morning, and when I mount it is the kind of weather I adore.
Before returning home we stop at the Davignons'. I then go to the Promenade des Anglais in memory of my handsome stranger, leaving Maman and Dina, who go to Baas's where I shall join them. I put on my pink dress, black jacket, black hat. Walitsky comes to tell me that Boreel is dining there.
I would have been charmed to see him -- but that is not true.
This evening both princesses and both courts are at the theatre -- not a single box to be had. I am reduced to taking four seats in the centre box. I am very ill at ease seated there. All the Plobsters are at the theatre. "Le Voyage de M. Perrichon" -- a charming play, well performed.
Each time Doria entered, Maman or I would say "There's Plobster" or "There's Doria."
Despite our bad seats I am not too furious -- though a little, all the same. It was an evening wasted. There was so much fine society.
We were walking from Baas's towards home; it was dark, but I clearly saw M. de Biesme [Crossed out: talking] in the middle of the road with one of the Messrs de Singay.