Wednesday, 12 August 1874

Maman is unwell, and Dina, Walitsky and I go to see the city by carriage. I like Brussels very much, but it is strange -- one would think it was Paris after the war; everything is under repair or under construction.
I visited neither zoological gardens nor museum -- that is too tedious. I went to visit the King's stables, but I find only fifteen horses; the other hundred and five are at Laeken with the King.
I stopped before a horse, and it happened to be the King's parade horse.
I love Brussels because there is a king, a queen, princes -- because everything is in order, titles are respected, etc.
In the Galerie de la Reine I saw at a shoemaker's a pair of yellow men's boots, so immense! With knee flaps. These boots so resemble the Duke of Hamilton that they make me dream of him for two days.
Then I picture Blackprince in those boots -- he is altogether beautiful in boots. As dress makes such a difference, I then picture Hamilton thus booted, and I said: One is a god, the other a man, but how dearly the god costs as a man.
I picture him up in the air, elevated by those boots. I should like to buy them -- they would serve as his portrait. I come home and say:
"Maman, what boots -- what yellow boots of extraordinary size!"
"Like Hamilton's?" she asked, smiling. I stand up and blush.
Never since his marriage has she spoken of him, and each time someone speaks of him in front of her, she does not like it and changes the subject.
The evening is spent eating fruit.