Tuesday, 11 May 1875

At dinner we have all the Sapogenikoffs. I love having them but it makes me go to bed late, as in the evening everyone stays in the garden, laughing and shrieking.
The four of us seize hold of Markevitch and carry her out to the garden. Naturally this produces screams and laughter like madwomen — or worse.
I keep talking of being a queen; the others do too.
I am getting them accustomed to nonsense.