Saturday, 14 November 1874

(Same dress as yesterday.) I go out for a very short time. We see Ange, who seems truly fond of me. My thanks to her.
In the evening we go to the opera — the second performance since the opening; we hold a subscription for the letter B evenings, so tonight is our night.
Hair dressed low, the locks at the nape of the neck a little in the style of Princess Souvoroff in the photograph we have of her; white muslin Worth gown.
When I was dressed, I gazed with pride at my white neck, my high white bust, my admirable figure, and my fresh face with its dark eyebrows. I looked at myself and could not suppress a smile of complete satisfaction — but at that very instant a certain unease arose: I do not know why it seems to me that others do not notice all these fine things. No doubt it is only a notion, and if there is truly as much that is fine about me this evening as I believe, everyone will see it. Every time I think I look well, I want to be seen by everyone, and I feel disposed to be good and gentle. If I were a queen, in my good moments I would show much favour.
Mlle Pelikan — Zoé; I shall call her by her name, it is shorter — Zoé, I say, is invited to come with us. We go to fetch her; Ange makes me come down so she can see us all.
Our box is the first in the front tier on the right — we see the orchestra and the whole theatre very well, except for a few boxes above us.
The theatre fills gradually, and at the second act appear: Audiffer, Galula, Saëtone. The Marquis de Constantin, one of the dark young men of Nice, has been there since the beginning.
At the sight of all these beauties I became a little animated — I had already begun to feel drowsy, my eyes growing heavy-lidded and my posture too — but thanks to all these worthies I revived.
Hélène, Lise, and Aggie with their father are in a second-tier box, in badly-made white tarlatan dresses but a little like figures from old paintings. They are pretty.
in the margin The second or dress tier is quite as good as the first. Suddenly Audiffer disappeared, but raising my head I caught sight of him in his box on the second tier, directly opposite us — dreaming, that is to say posing: his head now tilted back, now dropped forward, now turned to one side. One would think he wants to be studied, like those classical busts in every pose — full face, three-quarter, foreshortened, etc., etc.
I must say that foreshortened, the gentleman is plain. He looked at us a good deal.
There were three of us at the front of the box — Dina, Zoé, and I — in black, and very elegant. Suddenly my aunt said: — And there is Merjeewsky.
— Where?
— There — opposite.
Indeed, I caught sight of him, still in his travelling clothes — the poor wretch had come running on learning we were at the opera. My aunt beckoned to him to come; he signalled that he did not dare in that dress; then I beckoned in my turn that it did not matter, and he came.
I received him coldly — turning only rarely, only when he spoke to me directly, and never fully; almost the whole time we spoke of Doria, that Doria who had been forgotten. My aunt told the count that Doria was following us everywhere and was about to arrive in Nice; I confirmed this with a glance... Then I let fall a few words about Audiffret, in such a way as to make him believe I was attached to someone.
— Mademoiselle Marie, he said, you see — I have kept my word. I came to Nice for a fortnight; I was not supposed to come at all; I am here to see you.
— No doubt the marquise has changed her mind.
As he was preparing to leave, saying that his mother was alone:
— Good heavens! What is there to fear for your mother — there are no wolves in Nice.
He stayed.
They are giving I Lombardi — the house has been freshly done up, the sets are pretty, the chorus and the costumes too. The prima donna is a very beautiful woman, with a fresh and pleasing voice. The opera this year is, in general, incomparably better than in previous years, and one can attend with pleasure.
Gambart came to our box and talked like a madman.
The performance over, I wrapped myself in my great swan-feather cloak and we left.
To annoy Maman and my aunt I spoke of Audiffer in the most flattering terms, while expressing contempt for the detestable snail.

Notes

Letter B subscription — opera seats were assigned by rotation; the letter B designated the evenings belonging to this subscriber. ↩
Tarlatan — a stiff, open-weave muslin fabric used for formal evening gowns. ↩
Written in Russian in the manuscript; French translation by the editor. ↩
Written in Russian in the manuscript; French translation by the editor. ↩
Written in Russian in the manuscript; French translation by the editor. ↩
I Lombardi alla prima crociata — Verdi’s opera of 1843, based on a poem about the First Crusade. ↩