Friday, 13 August 1875

What a dreadful journey — at Bingenbruck, I believe, we get out of the railway carriage and walk twenty minutes on foot. Then one embarks on the boat; the banks of the Rhine divert me not at all, the smoke and wind maltreat me so. One disembarks at Rüdesheim, and one waits one hour and twenty minutes, during which I do not stop crying — I could not say exactly why.
The bad cards, the blackness of smoke, the departure from Paris — everything, everything.
At Eltville one changes conveyance yet again. Walitsky comes to meet us in a landau; in an hour and a half we arrive. A few houses between two mountains.
One can never imagine the profound calm that reigns in this place. It seems to me that a grave is more animated.
Maman meets me — at the entrance I am presented to Princess Tcherkassky, then the Prince is presented to me. I do not think they are from high society. My mother is radiant; I am delighted to see her again.
After an hour I am bored; one goes to the bath, and I recount everything that has happened since their departure. Once all that is recounted I am bored again.
In the evening Maman feels slightly unwell, but everything settles; and I read aloud to Dina — from my journal — the last outdoor ball and many passages about Girofla. She was greatly amused by the reading.
A letter has arrived from my aunt; here is what she says: Danis finds Marie a perfection; poor Fiouloulou is quite in love.
Poor Fiouloulou — I know it well, and I pity him with all my heart.
Saetone insistently asks for a portrait of Marie — what am I to do?
I write to her immediately to give it to him. And finally she says:
— Girofla had come for one day to Nice, then set off again for Paris. He has grown more handsome after Paris and promenades in white. He drew us to go to Monaco.
Prodgers has written to Saetone that she will bring Miss Robenson to Nice for the season — the object of Girofla's passion. All this is done to monopolize Girofla again. Then she says things that are indifferent to me. In truth, until the reception of this letter I was resigned and calm — but after it, it is another matter. Girofla has grown more handsome, she says, and that brings him back to mind and I recall that pretty young man. Robenson, his former passion — all this is done to monopolize Girofla again.
Dash it! These imprudent words overwhelm me and I am seized with a certain jealousy. That was the last thing I needed!
To the solitude, the boredom, the sadness of Schlangenbad, my aunt — without knowing it — has added this torment!
I was being modest in saying a certain jealousy. It gnaws at my heart. Besides, I am jealous of all women who are loved. It seems to me that all hearts must belong to me.
Tormenting conviction!
We sup at eight with the Tcherkassys. There is not a single interesting soul present.
Walitsky makes eyes at a rather pretty German young lady and that amuses everyone — she blushes. There is also a Russian young lady, plain and travelling alone, with whom Walitsky engages in silly flirtations and remarks. There you have the amusements of this place.
I shall try to go to Baden-Baden. Perhaps I shall see the Eternal One there.
I sing and my voice produces its habitual effect.
Here one walks without a hat; one speaks to all the common riffraff about. Requiem delectabile [sic]! More provincial than the Russian countryside. Sadness, calm, detestation.
{To the air of Richard Coeur de Lion.)
Dans une ville allemande Une jolie fille gemit, Sa turbulence languit Et sa tristesse est grande ! Si Girofla etait ici Je m'ecrierais: Plus de souci !
[Crossed out: a quite different man.]
Une autre creature Pourrait le remplacer, Mais seule la belle nature, Ne fait que me glacer.
(To the air of Richard Cœur de Lion)

Notes

Latin: mock phrase, possibly a garbled "Requiem aeternam" or Marie's own invention. The [sic] is in the original.
"Richard Cœur de Lion" — opera by André Grétry (1784). The famous aria "Ô Richard, ô mon roi" became a royalist anthem in Marie's era.