Sunday, 17 October 1875

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I even dreamed of him, this infernal Bibi!
I also dreamed that Cresci had no box left for the first night and advised me to ask Saetone or Audiffret for one.
I offer Walitsky my largest diamond to make the acquaintance of Loftus. I must have one somehow. And the other is about to arrive, and I shall not have time. O wretched creature!
They say women are free nowadays! Gross error! Free — we women! When they cry out at the slightest thing.
Well! The scoundrel has arrived! Those accursed windows are open. O Greek cap!
I go to the concert with my aunt — dark dress; grey felt hat arranged by myself, therefore my hat. I am blazing with distinction thus attired.
Oh! Ho! Three rows of carriages near the public gardens. Bihovetz is with us; Coco and family are in a landau alongside; Thread of Allah comes in full dress, but only for a moment — just long enough to inform us that he is in a murderous temper.
Gioia passes several times, dressed for the season. She has little bags under her eyes and her broad, wide, but flat cheeks are bleached.
This daughter of air and sunshine bores me. If something were to swallow her up I should not be displeased.
Towards the end I feel drowsy and return home vexed, crying to the whole household:
— I want Bibi! Give me a Bibi! Any Bibi at all! Besides, for two days I have said nothing else.
Ah! But I went to the English church with Dina — always for Bibi's sake — but Bibi was not there. Good Lord! Give me Bibi! I do not ask that he love me, that he even pay me court — oh no, I dare not ask so much — but only that people see him walking with us, twice only; that is all I implore.
Oh! Bibi! Bibi! I called to Godard like that once and he came. Good Lord, give me Bibi! It is too late, alas — the Madman Fried by Amélie is here. Oh! if only it were three days before his arrival — let Bibi come, let him go to the Promenade and see me there with Bibi! Good Lord, I would give my largest diamond for that!
But he will go to the Promenade and see me alone, in expectation! How much a woman loses this way!
Bihovetz and the Sapogenikoffs dine with us. A vile traitor has tried to set Cima against Marie! I cannot imagine what interest anyone could have in that. He has written her anonymous letters saying that she no longer loves him, and these letters are signed: Georges.
Suspicion falls on a certain Raynaud, who is here and who was also in Geneva.
Marie wanted to write to him: Wretch! All is discovered — but the great poet was present, and the great poet improvised the following:
Scoundrel, bandit, rogue,
Miserable Niçois, cad;
Imbecile and green ape,
We have discovered all!
We'll make you swallow back down the throat What you signed as Georges.
In block capitals, each of us writing one letter in turn, so that the handwriting is charming.
Now, the Mayor of Nice is also called Raynaud; if he receives this, it will be delightful.
I want, I say suddenly, to do as Charlotte de Montmorency and Henri IV — and I take two candles, carry them out onto the balcony (we are at the pavilion) and place myself between these two lights. Olga follows me, then Marie and Dina. There is shouting and laughter. There was no occasion for it — so we invent scenes with all manner of characters and laugh at them as if they were real! After a time a shadow appeared at Bibi's window, then another window lit up. Whereupon there was such a commotion on our balcony that it is impossible to describe.
Dina and Marie went back inside and delighted Nina's heart by dancing a wild cancan for her, while I and my shadow remain on the balcony. They must have thought there was a ball at our house, for Nina and Coco, carried away by the example, began dancing with the two girls. I closed the shutters, but one must have seen shadows passing, and the two of us on the balcony with our candles was hardly natural — especially as we were jumping about like wound-up dolls for some time.
I have never described the topographical position of our domains; here it is:
Our villa has approximately forty metres of frontage on the Promenade and eighty-five metres of depth from the Promenade to the rue de France, which runs parallel to it. The plan will explain it better than words. The letter A indicates the balcony; from this balcony one can see both Girofla's windows and Bibi's.
[Plans p. 98–99]
Bibi must be pleased — we gave him quite a serenade this evening!
— All this, says my aunt when the Sapogenikoffs and Bihovetz have gone, was not for Loftus — all this was for the other one; she said so herself.
— Well! Since she likes him! retorted Maman.
— I know it — and she will end by marrying him.
— Never! I interrupted.
— To be sure, my aunt went on, you don't know what he does — how he treats her.
And each goes home smiling in a different way.

Notes

Audiffret's distinctive Greek smoking cap (bonnet grec), visible when he sits at his window. Marie monitors his apartment from her own house.
The "great poet" is Marie herself, in ironic self-reference.
Charlotte de Montmorency (1594–1650), celebrated beauty at the court of Henri IV, who was passionately in love with her and famously watched from below as she appeared illuminated at her window. Marie explicitly stages herself as this romantic icon, positioning herself between two candles to be seen from across the Promenade — ostensibly by Lord Loftus (Bibi), but as her aunt later observes, really for Audiffret.