Wednesday, 20 January 1875

[Two pages torn out]
Do you know the palace where he dwells, over there, The gilt-panelled halls and the beautiful stables? where dukes and lords Draw me at every instant and I say to myself softly holding out their arms to me That draw me day and night As if holding out their arms to me That draw me day and night As if holding out their arms to me And there alone do I understand life And the park magnificent WHERE each day with its trees so green so tall so fair Where each day thousands of fine landaus pass
So many angels and demons Parade on horseback or in splendid carriages.
[Ed. note: a drawing by Marie appeared here in the diary.]