Sunday 26 March 1876

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 Voldemar. Bock is our old friend. While we were lunching at Spillmann's, they called at our apartment. Sarasin is Swiss.
Enough! Enough! Enough! It would be beneath my dignity to speak of it further. I shall not say another word about it. I have named Prater by his real name; I have sworn only by him and by his beard all this time. Basta!
We met at the Borghese — we on foot, he in his carriage; at the Pincio we were stopped; he passed and repassed right by us without stopping. I do not please him; I do not interest him — let us leave him!
That would indeed be fine — if it were as easy to do as to write.
I cannot leave him in peace. I desire him everywhere; I look for him; I think I see him everywhere — mistaken a hundred times, actually seeing him ten; and I come home, dine in haste, shut myself in, and throw myself on the floor! Admirable.
[Written crosswise: It is Torlonia I am speaking of.]
Justice must be done to Torlonia. He is absurd. I shall prove it. By taking me, he would have a pretty wife who would love him and who would not deceive him — and a handsome fortune too. I would give him my love and my money [blacked-out words: and he would give me a fine] position. That is all I ask: a place in society and at court. It is not so easy to find, a woman who brings you sixty thousand francs a year — at present — and nearly a hundred thousand in time. A villa in Nice — let us not forget the fine villa on the Promenade des Anglais, which is worth four hundred thousand francs and can easily bring in fifteen thousand francs a year at the very least.
If he knew this, he would act differently.
See, good people, how I have come down in the world! I was for sale before — now I am trying to buy.
Visconti has brought me the portrait of the Pope, with these words written by the Holy Father's own hand: Pax vobis. "I only obtained it," he says, "by saying that it was a young Russian girl who is marrying a Catholic."
[Three lines crossed out]
I am miserable; I saw all this world at the Borghese — the ambassadress with Princess Mechtchersky, then the Roman ladies and Roman gentlemen — everyone, in a word.
We had the carriage stopped near the group of Russian artists headed by Botkine and Walitsky. This Botkine is a curious man — he is rich, he is received everywhere with open arms, and he spends his life in taverns with disreputable artists. All together they looked like beggars sitting on a cold stone. Walitsky appeared a dandy beside them.
Without appearing to, Botkine knows everything that goes on and goes to the best houses. I say this with pleasure — because he asked Walitsky how I received Bruschetti's proposal. That proves that everyone knows about it. It is a consolation. What good would it be to me if no one even spoke of it?
Antonelli was in a hired cab with Rospigliosi.
My hair was done differently than usual. The hair falling down the back, and in front a tumbling mass of transparent golden curls rising up to a small baby bonnet in otter fur. It suited me very well. But I must have had a bored, disagreeable air — for I was bored and disagreeable.
Plowden in his coupé, drawn by two pretty horses.
But let us drop this and resume from the moment when I threw myself on the floor after locking my three doors.
I cannot endure opposition. I am furious.
Visconti had barely gone when Plowden entered. He is beginning to be very much in love — and to become foolish.
This evening I amuse myself tormenting two men — Plowden and Pietro.

Notes

Basta! — Italian: "Enough!" An exclamation of finality. In the original.
Pax vobis — Latin: "Peace be with you"; the traditional papal greeting, echoing Christ's words to the disciples. Pope Pius IX's handwritten inscription.