Wednesday, 14 April

I go with Collignon to various places; I have it in my head to furnish the first floor of the pavilion and make it my library, and to take the kitchen of the same pavilion and make it my chemistry laboratory. A genuine alchemist’s den!
In the evening at the Théâtre Français (Prince of Wales dress — good), I call this straw-coloured dress the Prince of Wales dress because I was wearing it the evening the Prince was at the theatre. No! No! I shall call it the Archiduc dress — Archiduc will remind me of the Prince and of the operetta I love because of him (Archiduc dress — good).
Walitsky and Olga come. They are giving La Périchole and Les Saltimbanques.
I was beginning to be seriously bored when Lord and Lady Folkner arrived, Lord Loftus, and one other; and in the stalls, Audiffer etc.
Almost the whole time I hid behind my fan because of the footlights — and besides, the little peasant no longer pleases me; his cheeks are wrinkled by the sun, and I have wearied of his snubs. What! — not to have got himself introduced by now! Those are real snubs. The devil take him — but I should like to have my revenge.
We leave during the last interval. The peasant comes out at the same time as us and looks at me a great deal while we are waiting for the carriage, and I thought I heard — quite clearly:
— She is with the Sapogenikoffs.
I am mistaken, no doubt.

Notes

French title: Les Saltimbanques (“The Travelling Acrobats”). ↩