Wednesday, 11 November 1874

Nina and Pâris are with us, looking for lodgings in Nice. I went out very little. We had a little tea-party this evening — a few people only: M. and Mlle Pelikan, Bihovetz, M. Angel, and young Lubimoff. Pâris sang. By ten o'clock it was over. Our rooms are not large, but with the doors open and well-lit the effect is not bad.
Paul has been out since morning, and during the night there was great commotion over the disappearance of Dori — that scoundrel they call my brother had given her to an actress, but Georges and Walitsky went out and at three o'clock brought the dog back. As for Monsieur my brother, they could not lay hands on him.