The archimandrite was with us — a charming rogue who, after having been a soldier, turned monk out of despair at losing his wife. He tells us there...
I take a singing lesson, then go out with Maman. We visit M. d'Épinay's *atelier*; he asks permission to present us to a most distinguished artist,...
Maman and Dina have gone out — I am alone, thank God. I cannot sing as I am *unwell*, but I act out *Mignon* and look at myself in the mirrors. I...
I visited the Capitoline — the Capitoline Venus is the one I love best. Then we saw the magnificences of the Palazzo Colonna. Try to be satisfied...
On entering, Maman started back — she saw reflected in a mirror a completely naked woman, and was about to ask d'Épinay to warn her away, when she...
Today is very fertile in events, comparatively.
We take Domenica and Lola to visit Saint Peter's. On the second visit I am dumbfounded — this immensity of detail strikes, annihilates, dazes. I am...
My new model is a woman, and her name is Rosa. Not pretty, but amusing.
— I have told her, says de Falloux, that I was going to bring her two charming Russian ladies and that she must amuse them, take them everywhere — in...
It is with the intimate conviction that I shall never be read, and with the still more intimate hope of the contrary, that I write my diary.
In my sleep I distinctly heard a voice repeat three times: "Bergerault! Bergerault! Bergerault!" May the devil take him.
*Sapristi* — how beautiful it is. There is a gallery with statues and large windows with red curtains that give an enchanting light. How happy these...
We go out together, Maman and I — the weather is bad, grey and cold; I have a slight headache and am very anxious about Nice. Neither letters nor...
— But why are they carrying them into the garden? — Because Audiffret is giving a dinner in a small pavilion.
We have letters from Nice.
*Bigre* — the visits to monuments and the two men beneath our windows. It is now that I need all my wits to record these weighty events.
Only yesterday morning could Maman find out Baron Visconti's address and send him Mme de Mouzay's letter — and at three o'clock, while I was...
I wake with my throat so seized that I can neither cough nor speak — a dreadful state.
Mme Soukowkine comes. I detest her — after every encounter with her I feel desperate on every front. There are people who produce that effect....