Diary of Marie Bashkirtseff
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Friday, 22 October 1875

I rise early; I had to wait some time to know whether he was there. He has not left! But that is worse still, I said to myself, seeing the shutters open.
It rains, but at three o'clock the weather turns ravishing and we go out. I walk with my aunt.
The man is on the balcony of the club.
There is Olga in seventh heaven — their house is next to the club, and she is at her window while he is on the balcony.
The carriage stops right in front of the bench where they are seated — Bibi and Laurenti. He can do nothing but rise and come to greet us. This abominable creature tells Maman that these young ladies dress too elaborately, and that he would dress them in sackcloth.
"Then you are going straight back into the carriage, Mademoiselle?" he says to me while I was putting on my jacket.
"Yes, Monsieur, I have walked enough," I say, unsure of myself, angry and unsettled.
A moment later we pass again and see those men on the same bench, and Saetone is with them.
Maman and my aunt say he is paying attention to Olga. I keep silent, furious. At last I burst out in invective against all these Niçois. They deserve it.
"What sort of conduct is this?"
"Who asked for them?"
"They came, and now have not even paid calls!"
I fly into a rage before us all. We go up to Nina's.
That madwoman Marie, who believes in Cima's return!