I wrote to Foster to ask him to find me a horse. I refuse to ride hired horses when those Howard hams ride their own and are attended by a ==groom==.
I go out for half an hour only — what is the use, good heavens, since there is no one about.
With Biasini we called on the stonemason and the locksmith. My aunt told him not to go beyond twenty thousand francs — he had asked a hundred...
Yesterday — yesterday
I complain more than ever and beg more than ever to go to Paris. God, let me go!