Wednesday 1 March 1876

I had thought 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 Bruschetti, and others. The sky is overcast, Carnival is over, and my torment begins again. We are coming down from the Pincio just as Antonelli is going up. I barely acknowledge his greeting, so surprised am I to see him at the Pincio. I was greatly tempted to turn back, but that would have been foolish — besides, he turned around immediately, for shortly afterward we saw him on the Corso in a cab with someone else; it was dark, and I would not have recognised him had he not raised his hat.
The cardinalino at the Pincio.
On returning I find the cards of Bruschetti and Plowden. The latter writes that tomorrow the hunting rendezvous will be outside the Porta Pia. At eleven o'clock we go to see Domenica off, as she is leaving. What a bore it is to grow accustomed to people. Despite all our efforts to keep her, Lola is leaving too. Well! What is one to do about it.
Doria will not leave my thoughts; I am agitated, unhappy, wretched.
My aunt writes that the Château d'Audiffret is being put up for sale. Notices have been posted on every corner. Opening bid: three hundred thousand francs. I want to buy that château! Count Branicky offers four hundred thousand for our villa. I want to
sell it and buy the château. It would be magnificent in every regard. Can you picture me in the tower, in the Surprising One's room? What a disgrace, this sale! So much the better, so much the better. Ah! if I could truly buy it! Eagle and lion! I would let them cut off a finger for that to come to pass. How it would humble that Nice peasant, how the Howards and the other enemies would rage. To buy the château is to buy sovereignty over Nice.
This idea amuses me for a full hour, after which: Doria again, Doria cold, insolent, magnificent! He was waiting for Marguerite. How different he must be with her — submissive, tender, in love, while making her feel that it is not for her sake that he is so.
So there are privileged creatures in this world! Queen, beautiful, and beloved.
I do not know what is wrong with me; I feel like a serpent whose tail has been trodden on.

Notes

Cardinalino — Marie's Italian nickname for Pietro Antonelli, nephew of Cardinal Giacomo Antonelli: "the little cardinal."