Wednesday, 27 August 1876 (15 August) — Miloradovitch Reunion

In the middle of dinner there arrived my old...
Six years ago we were in Odessa — Maman saw Mme Miloradovitch often and Gritz came to our house every day, played with Paul and courted me, bringing me sweets, flowers, fruit. People laughed at us, and Gritz declared he would never marry any woman but me, to which some gentleman (I no longer remember who) never failed to reply:
— Oh ho! What a boy — he wants a minister for a wife.
The Miloradovitches accompanied us to the steamboat that was to take us to Vienna. I was excessively coquettish; I had forgotten my comb and Gritz gave me his, and at the moment of farewell we kissed one another with the parents' permission.
"Happy days of our childhood,
When we said, maman, papa!
Days of happiness and innocence,
Ah! how far away you are already."
— You know, adorable cousin, Gritz is a little stupid and a little deaf, said Michel while Miloradovitch was climbing the steps to the restaurant gallery.
— I know him well, dear dandy; he is no more stupid than you or I, and he is a little deaf on account of an illness — and above all because he puts cotton wool in his ears for fear of catching cold.
Several people had already come up and shaken my father's hand, burning to be introduced to the daughter arrived from abroad — but my father did nothing, pulling faces of disdain. I was already afraid he would do the same with Gritz.
— Marie, allow me to present Grigori Ievitch Miloradovitch, he said.
— We have known each other a long time, I said, extending my hand graciously to my childhood friend.
He has not changed at all — the same brilliant complexion, the same dull gaze, the same small and slightly disdainful mouth, a microscopic moustache. Perfectly dressed and excellent manners.
We looked at one another with curiosity. Michel was making sarcastic faces. Papa blinked his eyes as always.