Saturday, 26 August 1876 (14 August) — Portrait Painting and Forest Scandal

Pleasantly flushed, I returned to the Chinese salon (so called on account of two vases and some dolls) and, sitting down on the floor, began to sort my brushes and colours. My father is sceptical about my talents. I sat Michel in an armchair, Gritz in another, and placing myself at the feet of the latter, I dashed off in fifteen minutes a caricature of Michel, on a board that Gritz held for me, serving as my easel. And all the while I was making my brushstrokes right and left I could feel myself being devoured by eyes — especially on account of my bare neck in the Empire-style dress.
My father was pleased and Michel kissed my hand.
Ah! You know, Kapitan fled in the night after telling Paul that he was nothing but a poor wretch and that his head was already swimming on account of me.
After lunch I proposed a game of croquet, but the prince and Gritz told me, with a stupid smile, that they had to absent themselves for two hours on urgent business. And Paul came in and told them, very threateningly, that if they left he would tell me everything.
— They want to go into the forest, he whispered to me. I told them it was an affront to you, but they understand no delicacy whatsoever, and think it would be impolite not to go and visit that woman.
I did not so much as change my expression, but I felt something like a disillusionment regarding Gritz; and taking Michel by the sleeve I led him into a room, locked him in with the key turned twice, and forbade him to escape through the window.
Downstairs I found a tilbury for me to drive myself. A thoughtful gesture from Paul — only it seemed to me there was something behind it, and I invited Pacha to get in with me.