Diary of Marie Bashkirtseff
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Monday, 9 November 1874

It seems to me that Dina has overheard how I recounted her foolishness — for up to now there has been nothing, and what could there be? She is pleased with herself and holds her tongue. The Howards spent an hour and three-quarters with us, and today they seemed to me a little more like their old selves.
Nina and Pâris come at about four o'clock and leave at eight — Maman was dining at the Pelikans'.
I only went out for half an hour.
What tedious days I am passing, upon my word!
All night long I dreamed of Princes Ipsilani and Wittgenstein — I thought I would meet them in the street, but nothing — instead of them, the tall and imposing Maurice Gros, always hanging on someone's arm.
Dreary Nice!
Ah! I forget — Moreno, with wife and children, is at Monte-Carlo and comes to Nice tomorrow.
The mad Makaroff, under Papa's protection — it disgusts me to call him Papa, I am so angry with him — although acknowledging his feeble-mindedness, behaves impertinently and shouts at table. I left the room to conceal my indignation, and indeed my anger.