Tuesday, 11 August 1874

It rains just as when we arrived at Spa, and we are likewise at the Hotel de l'Europe, and Macainne as before has appeared at the door with a questioning look -- whether it is raining. I am woken and told that Merjeewsky has come; I think it is a joke. I go down to breakfast and in the drawing room I see him -- this man who has come from Vieille Saline [?] to bring me two live crayfish in a green candy box. Because there had been some jest about crayfish. Poor count! If another had done what he did I would be delighted, but he does not please me.
At two o'clock the omnibus that brought us carries us away; I look right and left so as not to lose an instant of Spa. What I shall miss most are the Plobsters here, who are admirable.
I forgot -- after the theatre on Monday we went to the cafe where the Haristoffs and the rest were. M. de Biesme was there too, and looked at me. I miss him more than the others; I miss him infinitely, very, very much -- so much that it is foolish. He has a beautiful speaking voice.
I miss the Plobsters here; one does not find such a quantity of such good quality everywhere.
Merjeewsky brings bouquets and stands in the rain until the train departs. At last, at Spa, I have made my first conquest -- this is memorable.
Spa (not because of that) will be my best memory after Baden. I am struck by the truth of the saying "our sweetest pleasures are in our memories." This phrase struck me the very first moment I heard it.
At six o'clock in Brussels, Walitsky and Paul get off; we search for them in every hotel, and they search for us on their side.
With difficulty we find at the Grand Hotel Gernay a magnificent first floor which we occupy in its entirety.
In the evening at the theatre we see "La Jolie Parfumeuse" with Judic.
There.
Maman is hurrying me; tomorrow I shall continue, for in Brussels tomorrow I shall see something that reminds me of Hamilton.