Sunday, 25 July 1875

I wake at twelve, having dreamt an inexplicable jumble. I am pale, and at the thought that I may be ill again as I was at Spa and Ostend, all my blood rushes to my head and I choke. It was terrible! terrible!
I said nothing about it in my journal, I do not know why. Towards the end at Spa I grew pale and weak; I could hardly walk.
At Ostend, the same thing: I walked well enough, but I often had dizzy spells; I was weak and pale, and I had no appetite.
In London I constantly carried a smelling-bottle, without which I would have felt faint ten times a day. At the Howards’ in Canterbury I had a dreadful headache; only in Paris, towards the end of our stay, did I begin to be passable again.
And once in Nice I was entirely well again. A service I shall never forget, and for which I shall be eternally grateful to my good town. I say my good town because, if I do not have society, I have all the men, and I have the shopkeepers, the common people, the beggars. All those people know me and greet me.
I had barely got over my pallor when d’Audiffret and I began to look at each other.
Those were the good days, a delightful time. Winter was coming on step by step, and society with it, but I was enjoying myself. We did not know each other; we were interested.
At the concert, Galula and sadness. Ah! I must go away. In the evening we sit together with the Graces, each of us reading on her own.
Olga, going downstairs to leave, thought she saw lights at the castle of the most illustrious lord, and hurried back up to bring me this important news.
I see nothing, and no doubt she saw as much as I do.
Besides, I do not think he will come back here.
The cards flatter me again and I am calm once more. How can anyone be so stupid!
I have come to the end of my dresses and am consequently miserable, ill at ease, and haunted by the idea that there is no elegance, no grace, nothing. I am always like that: when I have a bad horse I imagine that all horses are bad. I should very much like Girofla to be in Paris in a month and a half; he would help me buy a horse.

Notes

In Latin in the original: delectabile tempus. ↩
In Italian in the original: al castello dell’illustrissimo signore — Marie’s mock-grand name for Audiffret’s house opposite. ↩