Thursday, 29 October 1874

God has had mercy on me. He deigned to hear my desperate prayer — it was only the effect of the cold.
I had hoped, and I was right: God has had mercy on me.
Maman and grand-papa attended the funeral of Abrial's daughter — our lawyer's daughter. Poor child — she was only seventeen.
I was sitting about in my hat, bored, when Pâris proposed going out with him, which I accepted with joy. I had him explain to me all about the great fish catches in the Volga. A neutral and simple conversation.
Nina is spending yet another night with us. The more people there are, the happier I am — having them stay the night is nothing but a pleasure to me.