Thursday, 24 August 1876 (12 August) — Morning Routine and Theatre Aspirations

At nine o'clock I was at my father's. I found him in his shirtsleeves, unable to manage his cravat. I tied it for him and kissed his forehead.
— "You know," he said, "if fate ever drives you to become an actress in an operetta theatre, within five years you will have a million. That is as certain as the fact that it is now daylight."
The gentlemen came and had tea, Pacha too — last evening he was absent, and the servant came to say he was "laid up like an invalid." The others mocked his clumsy attentions towards me, and he takes the slightest thing so deeply to heart that not a word could be got out of him this morning.
Eristoff had sent for, to amuse me, a set of skittles, a croquet set, and a microscope with a collection of fleas.
There has been something of a scandal — judge for yourselves. Paul removed from his album the photograph of my father's actress, and that worthy gentleman, noticing this, removed his own portrait.
— Why are you doing that? asked Paul in amazement.
— Oh, just in case — I'm afraid you'll throw out my pictures too.
I took no notice of any of this. But today Paul drew me aside, led me into a room, and showed me his album — empty, save for the woman's portrait only.
— I am doing this to please my father, but I have had to remove all the other portraits from the album — here they are.
— Let me see them.
I selected all the photographs of Grand-papa, Grand-maman, Maman, and myself, and put them in my pocket.
— What does this mean! cried Paul.
— It means, I answered calmly, that I am taking back our photographs, which are here in very bad company.
My brother was on the point of tears, tore the album in two, and left. I had carried out the whole operation in the drawing room — it was witnessed, and my father will hear of it.