Diary of Marie Bashkirtseff

I walk with Paul, then with Dina. Paul seems to be behaving better — but I believe none of it.

Dimanche, 10 janvier 1875

When shall I ever go to Paris! If only that she-devil Caroline will make me dresses. I saw a man so handsome that I leaned out of the carriage to look at him. He reminds me of Carlo.

Quand donc irai-je a Paris ! Pourvu que cette diablesse Caroline me fasse des robes...