I had meant not to go out, but around five o'clock I change my mind and we go with Lola to the Pincio. We meet the Greek minister, the revolting...
Maman has made a muddle of things — she allowed our apartment to be let, and we are obliged to move to the second floor. It is raining; we go to the...
Already the 3rd of March!
We write to my aunt about all these people who are supposed to be courting me.
I do not go to church — on account, as always, of those Russians who will make their remarks.
I remember now — yesterday during the race I dropped my bouquet; Antonelli jumped down, retrieved it, and was obliged to scramble up on his knees to...
Again we are late for the hunting rendezvous. We see Pietro pass by with a very large woman on his arm — the Duchess Sante, I believe.
A day full of events and of new emotions — both pleasant and terrible.
Who said I was in love with Antonelli? What an idea! Let us leave him for the moment.
We go to the Villa Doria, but too early — it is only as we are leaving that the others are arriving.
Yesterday Rossi was greatly relieved to learn that Antonelli had not justified by his conduct the nickname *Madcap*.
Maman, Dina, I, and Antonelli in the landau, with Walitsky following in a cab — we go to the clairvoyant. This respectable lady falls asleep,...
I dress in black and we go to look at some apartments.
Now Doria laughs — laughs outright! The wretched *cardinalino* has, I wager, told the club that he frightens me. And ==by Jove==, he has good reason...
What I said on the last page is absurd.
I made Torlonia's acquaintance under the most unfortunate auspices. A Monday, the 13th of the month, in bad weather — and I was dressed in black.
The cheek kissed by the bold son of a priest still tingles. What audacity! The more I think of it, the more angry I am. Supposing I do not marry him...
I have written a letter to Monsieur my father, of which here follows the copy. I put as much submission into it as possible. He will rage over it, I...
I came home vexed — almost furious. I had the carriage stopped at the outdoor concert and we stayed half an hour, while Torlonia drove by in his...
How time flies. We were at the church of Santa Croce in Gerusalemme — for the 20th of March is the only day on which women are admitted to the chapel...
I painted for two or three hours and then we went out as usual.
We called on Mme Lwoff, and spoke of my dear Princess, whom I so stupidly nicknamed Beast. She writes letter upon letter, asking what has been done...
The day begins well. Maman and I each try to enrage the other; I alone succeed — so she is furious and I laugh. It is disgusting.
I am beginning to grow uneasy. I have just come back from the table d'hôte; I drank half a bottle of wine and had a conversation about politics with...
We walked in the Villa Borghese, which caused great astonishment to all the regular visitors in general and to z…z…Zucchini in particular. That...
We were at church and there encountered M. and Mme Sarasin — Mme Sarasin is the daughter of Admiral de Bock, Governor and aide-de-camp to Grand Duke...
I shall not go out. I have locked myself in. It is four o'clock. I can find no words to describe my torment; the pen does not obey my fingers; I am...