From there to Duval; he has made drawings for my bedroom and I am enchanted. The bed is a pink shell resting on two winged lion's paws, the wings in gold; the curtains, which are admirable in taste and grace, are surmounted by three shells matching the bed, and above there is a plume of three feathers — it wants only ich dien¹. This adorable bed is set upon a dais of blue velvet. The whole room is tufted and hung with a kind of blue satin, and instead of buttons there are daisies, because the bed and window curtains are blue with bouquets of these flowers; the rest and the ceiling, stretched in a sunburst pattern, are plain. The wood is lacquered white, with small light paintings in blue and gold braiding. We spend two hours at his shop and still do not decide. Afterwards we go to Baccarat, and there my aunt chooses several articles in which I do not meddle — the everyday crystal, the table service, et cetera. It all costs dearly because one chooses the best there is. We dine at home and afterwards go to see "Mignon," that delightful opera, interesting from beginning to end, without dull passages, without empty stretches, but entertaining and moving like a comedy.