Wednesday, 20 January 1875

Tomorrow the races at Nice. I miss Nice — I am alone in Paris, so lost, so small. Vanity of vanities.
I sat for Walery: in my blue dress with my own hairstyle, and black satin shoes with openwork and Chinese-style points. I think it will be pretty.
Then strolling along the boulevards — but I avoid looking in the windows, as I cannot buy a thing!
Then to Laferrière's — I tried on my dresses, which are almost finished. The white silk one is ravishing, and with the grey felt hat I look like a fashion plate — which Caroline herself deigned to remark! Queen of fashion. She is entirely agreeable, and I entirely enchanted.
Again at the hotel this evening — and to think it is for want of money!
Paris is beautiful — I love Paris above all things — [Crossed out: but not] but to live in Paris as I do, that is stupid. I should like to be in Paris as I love to be.
I had a rather bizarre dream: that I had slept in the same bed as Blackprince, and upon waking found that he had fled.
Before that I dreamed of a man who rose up over the sea in the middle of a moonlit square, then ran in great strides across the water and disappeared. I was greatly frightened and pointed him out to all those gathered on the ground floor — the family and some strangers — but no one could see him except Dina.
All night long I saw moonlit water and seas, my dear Victor who — they write to me — is dying of sadness; and a sort of evening party, festivities, fruit, and unknown faces.

Notes

In English in the original. "Blackprince" — a coded nickname whose referent is uncertain.