Wednesday, 18 November 1874

Mmes Prodgers and la Vigier are here.
Markevitch comes every day, all smiles — but I distrust the serpent.
The celebrated Somaglia has arrived.
The Promenade was very crowded.
The Count de Galve has arrived.
In all this riffraff there is not a single plobster. [Crossed out: I had gone out]
Young Lubimoff dined with us; I amused myself by saying a great quantity of nonsense. At one moment I would reason wisely, perfectly — at the next I would ramble. At my first wise words — about liberty, government, peoples, etc. — several signs of approval; but immediately I said something that demolished everything I had first said, and then no one knew what to think, and I laughed.
I ended by saying that I do not waste my wits for nothing, and shall only display them on worthy occasions. And truly — for whom was I speaking? For Makaroff and Lubimoff, that vertueux youth! Gadzooks! How stupid. The two boors believed I was reasoning with them. Well, I never! No, my dears — for you, nothing but nonsense, stupidities, nonsenses of absurd maxims! There — that is for you.
Ah, if I had time to repeat all the terrible principles and fine opinions I set forth before these two sages!
[Ed. note: a drawing by Marie appeared here in the diary.]
H[is] G[race] t[he] D[uke] o[f] H[amilton]

Notes

plobster — Marie's invented code word for a potential admirer.
vertueux youth — in English in the original; mock-English insertion, ironic.
nonsenses — in English in the original.
In English in the original — Marie's recurring obsessive doodle of the Duke of Hamilton's title, abbreviated.