Thursday, 28 August 1876 (16 August) — Theatre Evening

I was not hungry at all — it was time to go to the theatre, which is situated in the garden like the restaurant.
[Words blacked out: I proposed] that we stroll a little and go afterwards. The model of all fathers rushes between Gritz and me, and when it was time to go to the theatre he hurried up and offered me his arm with alacrity. A true father, upon my word — quite like something out of a novel. It amused me and vexed me a little, although I recognized all the propriety of such conduct and all the respect it earns a young lady from the young men.
An immense stage box in the first tier, [words blacked out: hung] with red cloth, facing the prefect's box.
A bouquet from the prince, who spends the day making declarations only to receive in return — "go away, my dear" — or else — "you are the flower of all dandies, my cousin."
Few people in attendance and an insignificant play. But our box alone contained a great deal of interest.
Pacha is a curious man. Candid and upright to the point of childishness, he takes everything seriously and says so exactly what he thinks, with such simplicity, that it sometimes seems to me he must be concealing beneath this good-naturedness an enormous spirit of sarcasm — and yet there is none at all. He sometimes remains ten minutes without saying a word and when spoken to shakes himself as if waking from a dream; and when one smiles at a compliment of his or says to him — "how kind you are!" — he takes offence and retreats to a corner saying: "I am not in the least kind — if I say it, it is because I think it. Another time I shall say nothing if you do not believe me."
I moved to the front of the box to gratify my father's vanity.
— There it is, he would say — there it is, here I am in the role of a father now! It is amusing. But I am still a young man, I am!
— Ah ha! Papa — there is your weakness. Very well. You shall be my elder brother and I shall call you Constantin. Agreed?
— Perfectly!
— Very well then, Constantin — pass me the opera glass.
— With pleasure. Very good — yes, very good.
You see, wretched readers, what a wretched father.