Wednesday, 28 October 1874

I have scarcely slept — a dreadful cold was tormenting me.
Barely out of bed, I see an enormous yellow beast enter, and behind it, Maman. It is my mastiff from London. A dog as big as a calf, and magnificent. I was genuinely delighted to see my dog so magnificent.
All day we dared not bring Prater into his presence. Playing about, this giant bit Maman; when he rears up and puts his paws on my shoulders he stands taller than I do. Everyone is afraid of him — he is young and loves to play and people think he is getting angry. Still playing, he seized little Fortuné by the arm and dragged him all the way from the Promenade to the house, without the little one uttering a cry. I name him Porthos.
We are walking Ange home when Audiffret passes, and my mother — mortified — glanced at me, afraid to see me blush. But I only blushed when my aunt said:
— Why on earth does he keep turning around like that, the idiot!
— Who? asked Ange.
— A local peasant, said Maman.
I was nearly forgetting to mention two remarkable things: the first is that while walking with Mlle Meuzier, she was the first to bring up the Duke of Hamilton, and we said exactly the same things about him as we had at Ostende; the second is that Thiers — after his captivity among Italian bandits and his descent into hell — has arrived here. This evening the Hôtel de la Méditerranée, where he is staying, was illuminated; an orchestra plays, and the sea is covered with boats bearing multicolored lanterns, a large boat in the middle blazing with light and launching Roman candles and stars, while Bengal lights illuminate the Promenade.
A proper Venetian festival — when the illustrious old man appeared on the balcony, the crowd cried:
Vive Thiers, vive Thiers! — waving their hats. We were in the crowd with Angel, Bihovetz, Nina and Pâris; these last two, following some quarrel, are still at our house at ten o'clock, and we all go to eat ices at Rumpelmayer's.
But once home and undressed I was seized by an inexpressible terror! My face was burning, I could not bear to look at the lights, my head felt heavy. I was horrified — I believed I was about to fall ill with the... Horror! I sank to my knees and prayed with all the strength of my soul — I asked forgiveness for all my sins, I implored God as fervently as I could, the more so as I was driven by the terror that was seizing me more and more!
Ah! If I prayed like this every day I should be happier!
I thought with horror of the next day — I already saw myself before a mirror!.. I already imagined myself veiled, fleeing Nice with my aunt, and going to London to have myself enameled...

Notes

Bengal lights — colored flares used in celebrations and fireworks displays.