Friday, 25 August 1876 (13 August) — Voice Recovery and Costume Display

I was flushed from the sun and the ride, and I tried my voice, which is slowly returning. I sang the Lacrymosa from the Requiem Mass, as I used to in Rome.
My father was waiting for us under the colonnade.
— Well then, have I deceived you? Do I look badly in my riding habit? Ask Pacha how I ride. Do I look well?
— It's true, yes, hm... very well, really.
And he examined me with satisfaction.
I am far from regretting having brought thirty dresses. My father must be won over through vanity, and I must show myself to best advantage.
Michel brought me this morning a doctor from Poltava, whom I had requested yesterday for my larynx — and the gentleman was already in the drawing room when I entered, my skirt lifted over one arm, wearing knee-high boots with steel heels on which my coat of arms is engraved in gold, and the same arms embroidered in silk at the top of the boot.
After my fashion, I stood in the middle of the room and from there joined in the conversation, answering from all sides at once.
At that moment Miloradovitch arrived with a trunk and a manservant. When he had greeted me I replied to the usual compliments and went off to change my outfit, saying "I shall be back."
I returned dressed in a gown of Oriental gauze with a two-metre train, and a silk bodice open at the front in the Louis XV style, fastened with a large white bow. The skirt is quite plain and the train squared off.
Gritz naturally spoke to me about my dress, admiring it and proving by his conversation that he knew his subject. He adores antique costumes, bronzes, and porcelain, and collects them. They say he is stupid, and yet he talks of everything — music, the arts, the sciences. It is true that it is I who do the talking, and he merely says: "You are perfectly right, that is exactly so."
I kept quiet about my studies, fearing to alarm him, but I was drawn out at table into citing a Latin verse and expanding on classical literature and its modern imitations with the doctor. And Gritz took it very well.
And they cried out that I was astonishing, that there was nothing in the world I could not speak about, no subject of conversation in which I was not at my ease.
Papa was making heroic efforts to contain the beams of his pride, and Gritz stared at me open-mouthed. Then a chicken with truffles provoked a discourse in which I displayed a gastronomic expertise that opened Gritz's eyes and mouth still wider — he is as much a connoisseur of good food as his father.

Notes

The Lacrymosa ("Day of Tears"), the concluding movement of the sequence in the Requiem Mass.
The Louis XV style featured a low square neckline and laced or open front.