Tuesday, 1 September 1874

I took my bath; I remember nothing because I did not have the key to my diary, and it is only on Thursday that I find it and write.

Basilewsky, at the moment we were rising from the lunch table, comes with us to our rooms. Basilevitch, seeing him at ours, comes running, decked out in all her finery. As she was crossing the street, Basilewsky said she had little taste and wore far too many things. The moment she entered he complimented her on her taste, saying he had just been saying so to these ladies.

He thinks we and Basilevitch are rivals and that he is the cause of the rivalry. With him one always laughs, and that counts for something.

I go to the ball despite myself. Basilevitch comes and carries us off, saying she was promised, that she has engaged no one else, etc. Pink dress, as on the other occasions.

I asked nothing better than to stay quiet, but they invited me every time. I believe I please Foster 2, who is terribly ugly. I danced with that Portuguese minister who was introduced to us at the last ball; he dances like a monkey, and I had great difficulty keeping time.

Young Chtcherbinisa was introduced to me. But we recognized each other; indeed we have known each other since Krementstrang. He has changed little -- always the same lowered, startled eyes.

Plobster has exhausted all his intelligence in poses; since we know each other, it is no longer interesting. Basilevitch wants him, but he is stupid.

The count invites me to dance; I consent, then while dancing:

"You have forgotten that I no longer speak to you."

"No, Mademoiselle, and it was to spare you the unpleasantness of addressing me that I was keeping away; but you are leaving."

"Yes, I am leaving and I forgive you, and I bless you."

Then I told him his manner does not please me; he wants to know what displeases me, but I do not tell him, not knowing myself. In a word, I forgive him; they were tormenting me too much at home; I shall henceforth be more at peace. He is more than happy.

My aunt, Basilevitch and Moelenar go to the confectionery, and I go home with Paul and Merjeewsky, who is so delighted he takes on butterfly airs and I must reprimand him.

To complete his happiness I send him to fetch cakes for Maman.

[Crossed out: Mademoiselle, could you ask Walitsky if he wishes to come.] Walitsky sends word that you may fetch your own phosphorus. But that must be tedious. I understand, when one is in company.

"Yes, but one can think about the company."

And there is the fool, for the whole night, roaming the seashore and composing verses.

I have told them everything, and I hope they will leave me in peace.