Thursday, 19 August 1875

I had a dreadful dream — I was losing a tooth. The sign of a death in the family; and yesterday I dreamed the same thing as I did before Madame Howard's letter. But today's dream upsets me so much that at half past six I go to Maman and stay in her bed to chat.
Who then is going to die?
I dreamed the same thing before Uncle Emile's death. This time it is one of the front teeth.
I am anxious about our winter. How will all of it be arranged?
Truly I am anxious and tormented.
From a distance Audiffret seems to me common and ordinary, and I am astonished to have found him otherwise.
I wrote in my 29th book, page 304: — "Audiffret was there. But he has an ugly complexion and a horrid skin this time, so he has nothing to recommend him. He existed only for his complexion. When I tell myself that he had seemed handsome to me, I am greatly astonished." —
Poor little girl who mistook wounded pride and amour-propre for God knows what, in Paris. I was exasperated by many things in Paris — Audiffret, by his conduct, put the finishing touch to that exasperation.
How furious I should be if anyone thought otherwise. I was above all enraged at Nice — I was expecting a dazzling victory, and I had nothing but a trifling silliness.
Oh! but I was furious. I marvel at how this comes about — I find him handsome, yet I do not love him, not at all. From a distance especially he seems ugly to me.
At dinner I feel almost faint — I do not know what it is, the heat no doubt.
At three o'clock we go to Schwalbach — Good Lord, what a difference!
At Schwalbach one sees living creatures, one promenades, one dresses up, one goes to the spring, there are several bands, charming walks, a lake, a gallery, a Kurhaus — in a word it is a charming spa town. I dare not say what I think of it: after Schlangenbad, it seems to me a paradise and its inhabitants angels.
There I see the young woman I used to call at Nice Madame Obeziana [monkey] and her brother, a small fellow who was often with Calderon, the little dark Spaniard.
Schwalbach seems to me delightful and I want to go there often. I have hired a victoria and two horses and shall drive everywhere — provided I do not die of boredom in this impossible place.
I am glad to have found Schwalbach.
On the way back I speak of having myself sculpted in Florence, entirely nude. It is truly impossible not to have myself preserved for posterity — I have no right to let such beauty perish.

Notes

In 19th-century folk belief widespread in Marie's circle, dreaming of losing a tooth was an omen of death in the family.
In Russian in the original. From Russian обезьяна (monkey/ape) — Marie's mocking nickname.