Tuesday, 16 December 1874

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 riding habit, or the hat, or the horse. The weather was magnificent — cold and almost clear. Morgan dined with us: an Englishman of eighteen, well-dressed and presentable, but “of no consequence.” My new dog is a pur dog — a purebred.
Editors’ note
[Ed. note: a drawing by Marie appeared here in the diary.]
Deux petites têtes dessinées à la plume : à gauche un profil coiffé d'un chapeau haut, à droite une tête griffonnée sous un chapeau
Deux têtes coiffées de chapeaux Mon Journal, t. 4 (fac-similé) — tome04.docx image 25 (après ¶3493)

Notes

In English in the original. ↩
In English in the original — “a purebred dog.” Marie uses the English phrase “pur dog” (from pure-bred dog) in a French sentence, reflecting Nice’s cosmopolitan expatriate community. ↩