Tuesday, 4 May 1875

Why am I certain of being a queen one day? I say so aloud and we laugh about it.
Yourkoff has brought me strawberries and fresh cucumbers, and I have promised to make him chamberlain. Joking all the while, I become almost certain of it — and it is truly either a premonition from God, or madness.
Tomorrow Julie is getting married; I have sent her a telegram of congratulations.
I am Queen of Spain; there is a revolution in England; and the Duke — the desecrated Duke of Hamilton — comes to my court. My court — a court of pleasures and delights — surpasses everything seen from Nero to Louis XIV, these two men whom I have adored.
I went out with Collignon; we were at the café, where there was an abominable company of "fine ladies" and Nice locals. Markevitch and Paris dine with us; then we go to the theatre.