Sunday, 16 July 1876

The sun is scorching; one dreads dressing, touching anything at all, the things around one seem so hot.
Chocolat, in his chocolate-coloured livery, takes up his duties. He is a marvellous boy; in Paris he already seems quite at home.
When shall I live as I like!
I have formed such ideas of grandeur that everywhere I feel cramped and poorly housed.
There are only two mansions on the Champs-Élysées that I should like to have: Baron Roger’s on the right, and the former Italian embassy on the left. And even those I should want only while I wait. While I wait for what? I do not know, but while I wait, for I am waiting.
We were to go to Versailles, but the heat was overwhelming, so we contented ourselves with a drive in the Bois. I took some pleasure in knowing that Chocolat was seeing Paris for the first time.
This little creature has just turned thirteen; I thought he was ten. I am training a servant for the future. I detest servants who have served anywhere but with me. — “Nothing before, nothing after.” Only at half past nine did we rise from table. On the steps we meet Baron de Mertens and his wife, who are there with a Mme Square, and a gentleman I have seen everywhere. He is introduced to us: M. Marx. This creature wanted to persuade me that I would keep up neither singing nor painting, that I would end up like every other society girl. And I answered that in ten years I meant to be crowned at the Capitol.
How hot it is!
When I think of the good fortune of Mlle Kechko, Princess of Serbia, all my bad instincts awaken — that is to say, envy! That girl, so wretched, so common, with her red cheeks and her big Moldavian nose! She is beautiful, but it is a beauty I should like to have for a lady’s maid, dressed in some outlandish costume, a woman to put on my shoes and to cool me with a great fan. And there she is, a queen, and a queen at a time of turmoil — that is to say, at a priceless moment for the ambitious. Her place in history is certainly assured.
And I!!!

Notes

Natalija Keško had married Prince Milan Obrenović of Serbia in October 1875; on 30 June 1876 Serbia declared war on the Ottoman Empire in support of the rising in Bosnia and Herzegovina (Britannica, “Milan IV”; Wikipedia, “Serbian–Ottoman War (1876–1878)”). She became queen only in 1882, when Serbia was proclaimed a kingdom; in 1876 she was princess. ↩