Sunday, 15 November 1874

While Maman and Dina were at church we were greatly frightened — Dori collapsed dead from the bed. She was sent to Walitsky who, by means of compresses, revived her; but the poor little creature is very ill.
At the concert — a crowd. (New blue-and-gold Worth dress — nice.) It is very cold and I am very happy.
We dine this evening at Ange's and Pelikan's. The dinner was good and sufficiently cheerful, as much as it could be. Afterwards I went up to Zoé with Dina and we laughed for half an hour — three young girls that we are. Zoé is my height, well-formed, but at twenty her bosom is a little full. She is brunette, with pretty hair, small dark eyes, all her features small, and a fresh complexion.
When everyone came up, a contredanse was danced, and then Pelikan danced with my aunt around the room, by way of a polonaise. Bihovetz played. I leave alone at half past eight, and Zoé embraces me long and sweetly.
Before going to dinner we were at the Howards', and for a moment at Nina's — she is lodging at the Métropole; she has reserved an apartment in a villa on the Rue de France, opposite us. She must live in straitened circumstances — poor thing, how dreadful!

Notes

Contredanse — a formal group dance performed in lines or squares, popular in 19th-century ballrooms.
Polonaise — a stately, processional dance of Polish origin.