Sunday, 23 May 1875

Unlike yesterday, I think I shall die today.
I was lying on a chaise longue in the garden, reading, when the one from whom I receive all my joys and all my sorrows presented himself so clearly to my imagination — coming from the house towards me and sitting down beside me on a chair, with his divine manners and his way of seeming not to touch the ground — that I am still quite moved by it.
My God, how I love him!
As a kind of experiment I tried to picture another in his place, but everyone else is mere wretchedness, and he alone seems right to me. I see him so clearly that my whole soul goes out of me.
I have the strength to do nothing — I feel an empty, absurd body.
I drift, I wander, I no longer understand myself. Fortunately I am alone — Maman has gone to Nina's after speaking of the imminent arrival of our Grand Duke Alexis.
— What would you do if he courted you?
— I would send him packing, Maman, for such great princes can bring nothing but shame to a girl like me.
— Well said — when one speaks like that, it is a pleasure to hear.
— I should think so, said I. Ah, if I were a married woman...
— Ah! yes, cried my mother, her face lighting up — then it would be a different matter.
I know it perfectly well and need no encouragement.
I spoke to Collignon and Dina of my vexation. To reach the age of sixteen with only a single admirer! It is hideous.
— It is because you see no one, said Collignon.
She speaks truly, and at this moment I curse everything and everyone for having made me, and for making me, waste my time in so unworthy a fashion.
I wish I had the seven heads of the Apocalypse's hydra so that I could cry out through seven mouths and hurl furious glances from fourteen eyes.
Why did the Duke of Hamilton not love me!
[Written across the page: Idiot! You were thirteen when he could have loved you, you fool!]
For had he loved me it would have been more than the supreme felicity — for beyond satisfying my ambition, he would also have satisfied my love. And it seems to me (as it is the truth) that no one in the world knows how to love as I do. I love the man (that is to say, Hamilton) and he is for me a god — he is more than he ought to be.
Before his very name I prostrate myself, and the sight of him would make me fall.
What would it be if he loved me!!!!
My God, have pity on me, on my ambition greater than the world, and on my mad vanity.
At times I grow indignant, I weep, I cry out — and seated at this table it seems to me that I am growing, that the room is no longer large enough, that it is not I who am within it but it that is within me, then the whole house, all of Nice, the whole world with its seas and its mountains... but having reached that height, I fall from all my grandeur into an incomparable humility before God, and on my knees, hands clasped, head bowed, I feel like a beaten dog or a crushed serpent before the greatness of God!
And I beseech Him to forgive me and to cast a favourable glance upon His unworthy creature!
I bathe against my will — and one can imagine how amusing it is to undress having barely finished one's toilette, and to dress again, all for nothing.
But Marie wished to bathe, and one had to please her since we are companions.
Maman, who dined at Nina's with Mme Angel and all the others, returns neither alive nor dead. After dinner they went to the Réserve, and there she saw Audiffer pale as a corpse, staring at her hard enough to burst his eyes. And this is what she imagined: that I had just drowned and that he was returning from the baths in a state of terror.
Such an imagination is incredible. Besides, such visions come frequently to Maman.
She says he was pale — that is astonishing, for we saw him several times during our walk, and quite red.
Laugh and mock as one will, no one will refuse to admit that this young man of Nice is handsome — very handsome, especially at a distance and in a carriage.
It is a wretched day — yet in the evening when Nina comes we laugh a little while preparing the costumes for tomorrow.