Late for Mass, we go to Renard's and then to the deacon's wife.

I have been taking iron for four or five days, and not because of that but by the will of God no doubt, I am well and my face looks better.

From there we go to the races at the Bois de Boulogne. My grey dress trimmed with green velvet at the bodice is very badly made; in it I feel as Nebuchadnezzar must have felt while he was changed into a beast. One can see neither my waist nor anything; I am a fright in this accursed dress! There are several acquaintances at the races. Winslow is growing more handsome; he comes and stays quite a long time talking with me, about those from Spa, et cetera.

I also saw the gentleman I used to call the Garach dress.

After the races we took two turns on the Champs-Elysees and went back to Renard's again. The Garach dress was with the pale Doria.

I was forgetting the main thing: we met the Comte de Tanlay twice, always the same with his pleasant smile.

[Crossed out: In the evening we see "Orphee aux Enfers" again.]