Friday, 28 August 1874

I joke about Doria as much as the others, and my aunt says:

"When will this Doria pay attention!"

Then Maman:

"Yes, indeed, Doria is in love with Marguerite -- how can he pay attention to anyone else."

My aunt:

"Marguerite is a married woman."

How I laugh! I have received from Jeanne a charming and frank letter.

How time flies -- it has been a week since I spoke to the count, except for hello and goodbye. I looked in The Key of Dreams, third word on the right on opening the book, to know what to think of Merjeewsky: Deep and unalterable attachment. It is charming.

Again yesterday I put under my pillow His Grace etc. and I dreamed he must arrive.

Basilevitch takes coffee at our house. Basilewsky introduced us yesterday to the Duke of Beaufort, an old worn-out man, and told Basilevitch he had introduced us to Doria.

All afternoon we stay at home. The count comes, then Basilewsky, who amuses himself teaching Bagatelle to jump over his cane.

Towards five, Mme Voyeikoff comes -- her first visit, with her children. We all go to dine at the Plage, but I eat nothing. I must be ill; I am weak and sometimes feel faint.

In the reading room for a while; on leaving we meet the Fosters, who invite us to visit Bruges tomorrow.

I dress Maman in red; myself in white, silver hat -- not bad. We sit by the door with the marquise and Countess Merjeewsky; it is stupid, we look like coat racks. Doenhoff comes; he leaves tomorrow, but what is postponed is not lost, he said. He thinks one could have Maman as... [unclear text]; then Leiser, Count Domino Barkowsky, then they introduce a Portuguese minister, then Merjeewsky.

The little one invites me to waltz:

"I am not dancing this evening, Monsieur."

"That is a great pity; a great pity."

No doubt in order to tell me something.

I am stupid to have told everyone everything; since then they have taken away my peace. Now I do not treat him well enough, now I am not amiable enough, etc., etc.

They meddle in everything. That's what I get for not chasing Merjeewsky. Sometimes I rage!

But I declared to them that it is my affair, that I was too good to tell them, and that in this no one should meddle.

I put on my blue mantle to go out; everyone found it pretty, the little one too.

"Very pretty shawl."

"I had it at Spa too" -- and our eyes met.

This little creature is malicious. A few minutes before our departure he introduced Plobster to Basilevitch, who, quite delighted, led him away into the room.

"She has wanted it for so long," said the marquise.

"Yes, she wanted it so, so much," said Countess Merjeewsky.

Then the count comes near her and says:

"At last Mme Basilevitch's wish is fulfilled."

It is funny -- I am not angry.

This little one deliberately introduced him only to Basilevitch.

Notes

In English in the original.