Monday, 21 June 1875

I have received the box from Worth. It is a charming dress of yellowish-white wool muslin, draped in front like the robe of a statue, with a long train and, here and there, bows of soft pink of an exquisite shape.
I am impatient to go out. I send Brunet away half an hour early.
At last we go out, my aunt and I; Audiffret is in front of the baths.
My aunt has us drive to the harbour, and we do not reach the baths until we have driven about for half an hour. He comes in behind us. He is pale and sad.
Marie and Olga come to join us. Their manners are deplorable. Olga was telling I no longer know what story, with so many gestures and in such ill-chosen terms that Audiffer and I looked at each other and smiled. Saëtone is there. He leaves this evening; he keeps talking to me. If you think you amuse me, you old dog!
Girofla is very pale — not sallow, he never will be, because he has a fine complexion and is in good health, but compared with the colour he used to have, he is pale. He looks unhappy, and I feel so sorry for him that I come home quite pensive inwardly. I say inwardly because I laugh and talk loudly. I do my hair and dress with some care for dinner, and in the evening everyone comes to see me on my terrace.
This poor terrace looks like an omnibus. It is only fit for two or three people, and this evening it holds all of us and the Sapogenikoffs.
That horrid Russian Smirnoff is here; he is letting off fireworks in the garden, but I go back to my room and barely look out of the window. The superb Saëtone went past us, past the terrace, at nine in the evening, in the diligence that leaves every evening for Puget-Théniers. He will stay there a few days.
I am dreamy; in the morning, instead of studying, I made up a whole novel about the duke, sitting in my armchair in the study.
I am impatient to go to sleep, so as to get up tomorrow, skip over the day, and go to the concert to see Audiffer. He has spoken of going to Milan for a week.
They were cold to him — not I, my aunt. I am the same as always — no, I was cold too.
He interests me; he is very nice.