I have been reading my old diary and am afraid that the atrocious expressions of those days may creep back in here. I am far from pleased with my...
I am so overwrought my hand is trembling, from the dinner scene.
I am properly dressed — the immortal grey dress has been mended once more, the black London hat on my head, and the whole effect is quite respectable.
Pâris left for Geneva yesterday.
There is already quite a crowd and one may say the season has begun — the more so as today the Masséna club is giving its first afternoon dance.
My people had better escorts than one might suppose!! Monsieur le comte de Barrême, president of the club, and Monsieur Barbier, vice-president;...
It is raining! Zounds, I'm shivering — I do believe I am going to catch cold! as Malézieux's song goes.
Yesterday the Countess Merjeewsky and her son came to take their leave. How he looked at me! But I did not turn, for all his fixed, melancholy gaze,...
What a day of humiliations and deep affronts!
I dreamed of a great many things and remember nothing.
Georges continues to revolt me. Any other man, after doing what he has done, would find his whole life barely long enough to make people forget his...
Negotiations between Austria and Russia — France is the mediator.
That woman Anna — or rather Madame la Femelle, =="a suitable name for her"== as Maman called her — has complained to the law, saying that Monsieur...
I go out on foot with the Italian woman; there is quite a crowd; Victor comes with me and this magnificent dog *excited* general admiration. Then I...
I went riding from ten to twelve — grey riding habit. There was much the same crowd as every morning: the blond Italian with the dog, Trassawsky,...
It is cold; I am bored. Foster replies to my letter — I think he has no desire to take charge of my horse. The devil with him, then!
At ten o'clock I went out riding with Florence — in grey; the groom and the carriage with both mothers following. After riding down the Avenue de la...
Monsieur and Mademoiselle Foster found us at lunch with Madame de Daillens, who arrived Monday evening. We went to the drawing-room, where Florence...
Maman, Dina, and young Foster are at the Masséna matinée.
I sleep until twelve; at two I set to work again drafting and composing the *answers*, until five — without once leaving Maman's room. Yesterday I...
The rain prevented me from riding with Florence.
Lies! A day less happy than the others — quite the contrary — for during my ride with Foster and Dina I was constantly troubled by either my black...
On returning from my walk I learned that Markevitch had just left here, coming from Madame Howard's, and that she had invited him to the matinée she...
Bitterly cold — a wolf-cold — and we walked with Florence, wrapped in beautiful blue-fox furs. Enoteas and Terffidua (Saëtone and Audiffret reversed)...
To the drop of ink in the glass of water a teaspoonful of ink has been added. What a pity — a pretty girl like me, fresh and rosy, riddled with...
It is horribly cold, I am not properly dressed, and I am weeping because I cannot go to Paris.
I saw Terffidua — he overtook us, and at the sight of his pretty hair, his red ear, and his fresh cheek, I had to admit to myself that he is...
I do not live when I am not properly dressed.
The Howards, on seeing us at Laussel's, keep their eyes lowered. Before going to the lesson there was a long discussion: are we to greet the Howards...
The deacon writes from Paris that he has seen our furniture — here are his very words: