Yesterday at two o'clock I left Nice, with my aunt and Amalia. Chocolat, having hurt his foot, will not be sent to us for another two days.
After calls at Reboux's and Caroline's and other beautifiers, we went to the Bois for some air, for there was truly none in the city. A stifling heat.
"What a pity," she said, "that you come three days too late — I would have introduced you to my old friend the Comtesse Garcia, whose daughter is...
It seems that the little hat I am wearing is very pretty. The other day Caroline told me that one of the most elegant women in Paris had followed me...
Rémy and his father called on us. You know that Rémy is twenty? He is an excellent young man and I am very glad to have him as a childhood friend....
[*...of enduring it, of begging*] — and he will not come. I am ashamed and I am afraid. Let us wait until tomorrow.
Today I saw quite extraordinary things. My aunt, Mmes de Mouzay and de Mertens were with me. We went to the celebrated somnambulist Alexis. He now...
That wretched Pierre made me forget one of the most interesting parts of yesterday's prediction. I take up the dialogue again at page [293], at the...