Wednesday, 4 November 1874

I am going to Monte-Carlo — that is, I am invited to go; Maman asks me to come so that the party may be complete.
Hair done in the fashionable style, with the little plait at the back — but I have given this almost universal coiffure a quality all my own, and I am proud of it, proud above all to dress my hair with nothing but my own hair — no pads, no crimped hairpieces, none of those other tricks. I am in white as always, and in the black jacket Worth sent me some time ago.
Our party: Maman, my aunt, Dina, myself, Walitsky, Nina, Pâris, Ange, Bihovetz, and Daniloff — ten in all. The last one was superfluous. Acknowledging her kindness, I cannot forget that she compromises herself in society, and that, to say nothing of her past, in her present she does not behave as she ought — keeping up with her cocotte-ish acquaintances and appearing with these women far too often for anyone to forget.
At the consul's, at our house, at the Teplakoffs' and elsewhere she is received — but only in private, when no one is about, tolerated on account of her age and her nationality as a Russian; moreover she is useful and renders many small services.
But the poor thing cannot detach herself from her former world, and a woman of the past does not entirely abandon the cocottes of the present. Which means she ought not to approach us in public — but what ought to be is not.
Ange has taken lodgings with her (which I find improper) and she is with her today. Ange — not because she resembles one, but because her surname is Angel and I find Ange shorter and writable without Madame. For Ange has the voice and the character rather of a hussar than of an angel. Since Bihovetz has been following her about I do not love her quite as much — always on his arm, speaking of his illness, nursing him publicly; in short, to my mind, these mutual tendernesses and attentions are rather strange.
There are fireworks for the feast day of Prince Charles III of Monaco. I was sitting beside Maman; Mme Yakovleff came over and I went with her to watch the fireworks from one of the windows of the hall. I paid them little attention — the beginning was pitiful, though the illuminations were pretty.
I returned to the gaming tables, around which I spent the rest of the evening. Maman played with me — we lost. I had two louis left. Walitsky played for me at trente-et-quarante — I told him where to place the stakes — and I won three hundred francs. Now I shall be able to give Dina a nice present and give each of our servants five francs.
We dined hastily at the Hôtel de Paris on arriving.
The prefecture and its entourage are here, as is everyone who is anyone in Nice. I did not see Audiffret, but he appeared later and played often not far from us. Maman calls him a peasant, but she was nonetheless obliged to acknowledge his very fresh complexion. Indeed, this stripling has a magnificent complexion — none of those poetic pallors — he is ruddy and fresh.
I was talking, leaning on the chair of M. Romanoff (a distant acquaintance from last year) with his wife — a very pretty brunette but common-looking; when I saw Audiffret quite close, I leaned in more, feeling myself blush. He did not see — or rather, he wanted to appear not to see, and was looking straight ahead.
I must be writing very badly tonight (Thursday) — I am not at all in the right mood, I am forcing myself to write with difficulty, and my hand is not steady. (I went to bed yesterday — Wednesday — at three o'clock and am tired.)
Shortly before leaving I brightened up a little. I have no object at this Monte-Carlo — no one interesting there; for truly Audiffret can serve to talk about and laugh at when people tease me, but in himself he is of almost perfect insignificance. I would be rather pleased, all the same, to know that I am not insignificant to him, for he is neither dusty, nor repugnant, nor plain.
Maman was saying to me in the train:
— I saw that he was sending you glances, which you returned, for that matter.
Good God — I had not noticed, and besides I make it a rule never to speak of such things before being certain.
We waited quite a while for the ten o'clock train, all grouped together near the trellis between the station and the lavatories. Maman was conversing with acquaintances further off, and I was in a way glad of it, for the little peasant was pacing up and down before us, always looking straight ahead. In one of my earlier notebooks I explained this manner of looking; I believe on the very same subject — and she would certainly be cross with me for it. Yet I see no difference between Merjeewsky and this one. Oh! — yes, she saw that I detested the other, and she believes I do not detest this one. No doubt if I were told to choose between the count and the little peasant — as Maman calls him — for an admirer, I would choose the little peasant. — Audiffret.
The return journey — and the arrival especially — was very merry. We were hungry and found very little to eat, as always happens when one is hungry. We ransacked all the cupboards. Paul and Pâris turned cook and grilled mushrooms found I know not where, which we ate with sweet bread. For my part I had some duck. My winnings give me no pleasure — but I would have been vexed to lose, for my plan would have been ruined.

Notes

Cocotte — a kept woman, courtesan.
Trente-et-quarante — a casino card game in which players bet on whether the dealer's cards will total closer to 30 or 40.