Friday, 20 August 1875

At eight o'clock I go with Machenka to Schwalbach; we leave her dress to be made and return at noon. I had a detestable carriage but have just hired one that is altogether pretty and elegant. It rains and we cannot go out, but Diadia arrives from Wiesbaden, and this witty, comme il faut man makes several hours pass very agreeably. He wants to take us to Wiesbaden but the rain prevents it.
The prince and his wife make a strange household: after five years of marriage he detests her — the poor little thing is very ill and disgusting with her shows of affection.
Another letter from my aunt: "Tell Marie that Girofla has sold an estate and bought four magnificent black horses for the season — he is going to cut a fine figure."
It is strange that this news upsets me. It makes me think of the horses we must buy, of the setting up of my house in Florence, of all those things that torment me.
I had cooled towards the handsome fellow from Nice, but imagining him in a magnificent equipage with those horses, he interests me again.
The more elegant he is, the more I shall want him. Vain girl — surroundings count for a great deal with me.
If he were to go on foot without any chic, I should not even know he existed. But he has a superb château, he cultivates eccentricity, he has horses — and I am ready to chase after him again.
I desire his arrival now — not as a man, but as a person who has fine horses.
But he will not come, the brute!
I greatly desire to please him — I am furious at not being loved by him.
Ah! if only I had him like the Pole had me! But no — it is not given to me to have what I desire. I spend my life desiring, never having what I desire. I cannot say how enchanted I would be if it came about! But this monster from Nice does not think of me — he is like me: he wants what I want; he treats women as I want to treat men.
The scythe has met the stone. Never could this proverb have been more aptly applied.
I continue to take these beauty baths and am becoming yet whiter, if that is possible.

Notes

Comme il faut: proper, correct, befitting one's station — the standard of social propriety.
French proverb: La faux a rencontré la pierre — the scythe has met the stone, i.e., two equally stubborn or resistant forces have encountered each other.
Schlangenbad's mineral baths were celebrated for their softening effect on the skin.