Wednesday, 19 March 1875

Biasini has agreed to our conditions; all that remains is to say the word and they will begin. There are thirty thousand francs ready in the bank here, to be paid at the outset; the other seventy thousand will be paid over four years. The person who bought the forest for the timber has not paid in full — twenty-two thousand roubles still remain, to be paid over four years, five thousand five hundred each year, and as soon as that money comes in it will go towards building the house.
I believe I am at last within reach of what I have so long desired — can it really be true, and shall I not fall once again from the heights of my hopes?
We were in the middle of the garden — my aunt, I and Biasini — when, raising my eyes, I saw Terffidua^[“Terffidua” is Audiffret spelled backwards — Marie’s code name for him.] looking our way, and looking for as long as he could see.
Decidedly, I love this boy^[In Latin in the original: amo hune puerum (so in the transcription; for hunc).]. Not love, needless to say.
I long for a romance this summer — a summer in Nice, during which I shall be horribly bored without one. All my thoughts are on the journey to Russia. Maman believes — she is certain — that I shall bring back the Russian; but as certain as I was of having Alcibiades.^[Marie’s code name for the Duke of Hamilton.] To be sure, one more admirer would give me great pleasure; but I do not want this man for a husband. It would be another matter if he truly had ten thousand roubles a year — but one cannot be sure of that, and besides they say he is miserly.
I was out driving with my aunt, holding the reins myself, just opposite the public garden, when a gentleman came towards us on horseback; and as it is the custom in France to keep to the right, I did so, but the rider, no doubt not knowing it, did not give way, so that he ran rather roughly into my horses. Humiliated and annoyed, he had the impudence to say that I did not know how to drive — though in a rather feeble tone. Nevertheless I became furious.
— And you do not know how to ride, you insolent fellow, I replied.
Poor idiot — how ridiculous when the horse is master of the rider. In the evening, without telling anyone, and as though we were doing something wrong, Nadinka and I went for a walk, taking Sacha as our protector. The moonlight was veiled and ravishing, and I was quite proud to look so tall in my white cashmere dress and my hat, my forehead bare.

Notes

So in the manuscript: Wednesday was 17 March 1875. Marie wrote “19” here; the next entries are Thursday 18 and Friday 19 March. ↩