Thursday, 24 June 1875

What delicious weather!
I am dressed for winter, my hair is nicely done, and, delighted with myself, I need to be seen. So I go to the concert, where one meets the remnants. It is wretched, but what is one to do?
I do miss Audiffret a little, but I am so cheerful that I sing in the carriage — there were so few people at the concert.
Bihovetz came to our house and, so they say, spoke well of me. He is a poor sick man, but they say he converses well.
While practising the piano, the idea suddenly came to me that I shall be Queen of Bavaria.
Everyone knows the king is young and handsome, and that he imitates Louis XIV in everything — my ideal, the Sun King. The idea came to me so clearly that I let out a tremendous “By Jove!”
In Girofla’s honour (why was I writing Girofla with two f’s? that is the question), I have learned some Niçois songs. They will always remind me of this blessed time.
Maman and my aunt talk of nothing but the man, especially since he left. I myself talk of him with pleasure.
in the marginannotation ultérieure de Marie, 1877 et 1881
[Annotation: 1877. Still!!
1881. Still the songs, and not Audiffret at all.]
Today I played the piano like an angel. I do everything in bursts. One day everything goes right for me, another day nothing does. It is the same with my face. I am the most changeable creature in the world from one day to the next.
Herodotus is beginning to amuse me in earnest; I find incomparable naïvetés in him. He takes in a multitude of things; he is delightful.
I leafed through the popular songs of France and stopped at M. de La Palice.
Do you know something? My hand is beginning to grow prettier and to take shape.
I do my hair so as to show off my most golden locks. So this evening I am red-haired.
Maman, speaking of Gioia, called her “your rival” — she means with regard to the little Niçois. It is silly; she cannot be my rival: he kept her for a year or two and then very wisely got rid of her, seeing that his fortune could not stand it. I dreamed that I was marrying a commercial traveller.
When will my uncle ever come!

Notes

In French in the original: un bigre formidable. ↩
In English in the original. ↩
“Monsieur de La Palice” — a popular French song whose verses state comically self-evident truths (hence “lapalissade”, a truism). ↩