Friday, 7 May 1875

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At dinner I was organising my court. Yourkoff — chamberlain, because he brought me strawberries and fresh cucumbers.
Frédéric — my captain of the guards — in a uniform of sky-blue satin embroidered with pearls, silk shoes and stockings, a toque with a long feather-branch clasped with a large pearl. Dina — Madame — shall have Audiffret and Gericke as her guards. Calderon — scullion. Collignon — governess to the children of ***. Barnola — governor to M. Le Dauphin. I divorce the Prince of Wales, marry him, and put his wife in a convent.
For six months, we shall dress as under Louis XV; for the other six months, as in the time of Alcibiades at the Siege of Troy.
Everyone laughed enormously and chattered away. I was taking the matter perfectly seriously and delivering speeches; finally I concluded with a cry:
"Well then — laugh! But something tells me: I shall be a queen, and you will prostrate yourselves before me as Joseph's brothers prostrated themselves before him."
One must be young to be so mad.
Ah, youth! Youth! There's nothing like it! And how I appreciate it, in spite of my sixteen years.

Notes

Marie's deliberate anachronism: Alcibiades (450–404 BC) lived centuries after the mythological Trojan War. The blending is playful.