Friday, 14 August 1874

The Tamanchoffs are here; they come to see us first thing in the morning. Everyone is delighted to meet again.
We go with them to the baths (grey dress, black Brussels hat -- truly English and very good -- not bad) yellow boots; terrible wind, they say it is always like this here. People stare at me a great deal, especially at my feet.
I think I shall like Ostende.
Yesterday the first people I saw were the Vigier woman and the Apletcheieff woman, her husband, and Altamante, the husband's friend. It is disagreeable; there are many people from Nice here. Will we not live as I like! I fear I shall have to suffer. Basilevitch -- we saw her yesterday.
After the baths I stay at home; I am feeling almost well. I wait for Basilevitch or our people; I wait, and no one comes.
I dine with everyone at the table d'hote, with everyone including Basilevitch, who is still alone for the moment -- but now we have arrived, and she will find some occupation.
Maman and I walk her back and go inside her rooms.
Then to the station -- my aunt arrives. I am very happy, and so is she. I should think so; it is the first time she has been separated from us for three and a half months. Instead of kissing me, she stared at me. "What! Look -- I am dead."
She tells her stories and we tell ours -- she: Desforges, Biasini, Sacco, Avigdor; we: Spa, Gericke, Kirsh, Marguerite, the count -- the latter especially. She saw him at Spa, at the Viviani's.
Truly, Maman and my aunt are delighted by this little young man's love. The first conquest of their darling.