Wednesday, 18 August 1875

Few people have seen me at my best advantage — I was foolish enough to dress up elaborately. But I shall be seen; there is time enough, God be thanked. I am only beginning to become what I shall be at twenty. From that moment on, all who know me will say I spoke the truth.
In the street, I am at a disadvantage.
After writing that I find myself much less well and begin to be bored. I look through my photographs for the hundredth time, then drink three cups of milk, then look at the photographs again, then sigh, then make the round of the room, then settle into an armchair and do not stir again, overwhelmed by idleness and the fatigue of resting without cease.
We receive a letter from my aunt. "Tell Marie that Girofla came to Nice, sold an estate, and departed."
What do I care? I half-expected him here even before the letter — I am also waiting for Saetone, I am waiting for anyone at all; I am like Hagar in the wilderness. I wait and I long for a living soul.
During supper, the military attaché from Berlin comes in to dine — we call him simply "the attaché." He comes with a lady and a gentleman; the lady is elderly and lame. He is suggested to me as an amusement, but he is not handsome and above all pays me no attention whatsoever.
Ah! How bored I am!

Notes

In Genesis 21, Hagar is cast out into the wilderness of Beersheba with her son Ishmael. Marie invokes her image of utter abandonment and longing.