Monday, 30 November 1874

It is raining! Zounds, I’m shivering — I do believe I am going to catch cold! as Malézieux’s song goes.
I studied, played, and went for a walk.
One sees no one, but I very much like this grey, damp weather; I don’t know why, it reminds me of Hamilton. That animal is leaving, by the way — it says so in the scrap of newspaper that is attached here.
The Empress of Russia passes through Nice tomorrow on her way to San Remo, where she will stay until Easter.
The Heir and Alexis are in Paris; Wittgenstein dined at the Elysée with them — see the scrap of newspaper from the Figaro here. Wittgenstein in a general’s uniform! And what if one saw him in a yellow jacket with Rosalie Léon on his arm! Ah, now that would be funny. The fellow is very well placed, just as would suit me, and I believe that at the moment I have nothing better to do than to desire him — all the more since I should find it harder not to love him than to love him.
I always write in front of my mirror, and tonight I am in love with my own person. I have discovered that I have a pretty nose and that my neck has grown longer; that not only am I white and pink, as I said when describing myself, but of a dazzling whiteness; that my hands, if I take care of them, are more than passable; that my feet are pretty; and that at my temples, where it begins, my hair is so pale a gold that one would call it silver — especially the few hairs just before the down; that my cheeks and temples are an admirable tender pink. In a word, I find myself quite pretty.
Everyone says it is difficult to be whiter than I am, and many say it is impossible; I am of that opinion myself, unless one paints.
On Marie’s word! The Manchester girl is not cannot possibly be as good-looking as I am.

Notes

In English in the original. ↩
In Italian in the original: è attaccato qui. ↩
In French in the original: Foi de Marie ! An oath modelled on the formula foi de gentilhomme (a gentleman’s word). ↩
Lady Mary Montagu, daughter of the Duke of Manchester, whom the Duke of Hamilton had married in 1873. ↩