# Saturday, 10 December 1876

Saturday, 10 December 1876

Mme Bonnin, daughter of Tamburini, sent us tickets for the requiem mass for [words crossed out] her father, and I went in a grand black toilette. Churches and funeral chants are real treats for me.
Of course we had to go along the Promenade and let ourselves be seen there! We also stopped at the Opera to speak Italian with Cresci before the whole troupe.
On returning I found a bouquet and my father’s card. He has dared to come to Nice — and here is his challenge! That was the first cry from all of us.
The abominable Broussais comes to tell us how many generals he has had promoted; yesterday he was telling of things that had happened to him and to his friend the Emperor of Russia.
We went to the Skating-rink of the Cercle de la Méditerranée, where Maman, Mme Anitchkoff, Bihovetz, Wolf (Deputy Minister of War), Pelikan, and Broussais were already waiting.
I had never seen skating, and all those people turning, gliding, falling seemed to me exceedingly graceful.
All elegant Nice is to be seen there; we were in the group of the Cawpers (Lady Cawper from Rome), the Sabatiers, and Polish magnates.
Mme Souvoroff had just left after speaking to Maman.
There was a moment when I wanted to flee, but I stayed, sustained by my own people and by Pelikan, who brought us his friend Mme Zourmiline. Mme Anitchkoff heard how several people asked: Who is she? — and how they were answered: Mademoiselle Bashkirtseff. People know me — oh! every dog does — and yet!
The first words of Mme Zourmiline were:
— I have heard so much about you.
The left semicircle was infested with the Howards and their kind. My mothers watched Audiffret conversing with those Howards, without being overjoyed at it.
La Pointue, pale and faded, makes no secret whatever of her partiality for le Surprenant. She has touched me; I am full of maternal sentiments; I should like to unite them.
Count Markoff came to greet us, and later Audiffret — “without ruses and without detours” — approached us across the full width of the rink, hailed me as “the traveller”, talked to me about my little feet, which would look so well on skates, and made one or two pleasantries about the skaters. My manner was politeness mixed with insolence, in perfectly good taste — the manner I shall have with everyone from now on. Only, that one I look down on from a height, even more than the others. Markoff came a second time; I turned to him and Girofla went back to his place — perhaps not too flattered, as my reception contrasted with the joyful barking of the other young ladies.
He is more than ever the cock of the walk, though his finances are in a very touching state.
But at this moment all my attention is absorbed by the two Gautier sisters. Ravishingly beautiful — women for Mahomet’s paradise. Velvet eyes, noses slightly aquiline and rounded, rosy cheeks, red lips, black hair. I admired them as “beautiful things”, and was preparing to tell them of my admiration when Dr. Thaon greeted Maman.
He is married to the elder of these young ladies, and I made the acquaintance of both and had the satisfaction of telling them what I thought, paying them lavish compliments in the guise of insolence. Everything went right for me today, and I felt I was talking delightfully, with these beauties as well as with the others.
I am left at home and they return within an hour with lily of the valley that Mme Souvoroff sends me. They had met her at Mortier’s. It appears she is aware — as is everyone — of the cabal formed against us by Mme Tutcheff and has made herself Maman’s zealous champion.
— She is an abominable woman, she said. Why do you not order your husband to silence her?
— Because my husband is a nonentity.
— But so is mine! And I do not live with him; yet if his sister set herself against me as this woman does against you, I would order him to, and he would give her a sound slap.
— But you ought to bring an action for defamation! People envy you and she gives the tongues something to feed on. I too am persecuted; they even said that the life I lead... would prevent my daughter from making a good match. Wait, I said — and I married her like a Grand Duchess.
That made Maman glow. The Princess claims to feel an irresistible liking for us.
The other day a Russian gentleman repeated horrors in her salon.
— I was almost in tears, she said, when I saw you attacked so ignobly; and I asked him where he had got those things. From Mme Tutcheff, he replied. I begged him to be silent, adding that I had known you for ten years.
— But I know them too, cried the Consul; they have had a lawsuit for four years, and no one dares do anything against them — for it is all infamous slander.
You too? Since when have you taken our side, my boy?
Maman has just returned from Monaco. She found there her husband, his mistress together with Mme Tutcheff, Constantin Eristoff, and the Princess’s Neapolitan. Well — she made a scene, and I approve of it, what is more.
She told that atrocious woman exactly what she thought of her — that is all. Indeed, is it not revolting to see this creature enthroned in respectable salons and ruining other people — she herself going with her lover to protect her brother’s liaison with an actress? She did still better — she put them up at her own house. Oh morality, oh justice, oh public opinion!
My dear Aunt Sophie hid in the privy, which I regret, for she did not get a hundredth part of what she deserves.
The scene took place at the station, and Maman went into the hall to tell all her acquaintances that she had given Mme Tutcheff a slap. This is only boasting — but she did slap her with crushing words.
My father — moved, trembling, pale — rushed to my aunt, imploring her to calm his wife, and my aunt replied without raising her voice that this jealousy ought to flatter him, and that if he is, as he says, an honest man, he must silence the Tutcheff rabble and surround his daughter with everything. He kept replying yes, played the unhappy man, complained, moaned, spoke of his love for me. Maman kept calling him... I cannot repeat all the names she called him. He was grovelling and cowardly, and begged:
— Beg Marie to allow me to come to Nice, for she has forbidden it to me.
Do you see this Lamb of God?
— Warn her, said Maman to my father, that the moment my child is concerned I become a tigress. I would gnaw off her nose.
— I will do everything for her — only not in Nice.
In Paris he said he would only go to Nice.
Oh, scoundrel! Oh, coward!!!
At least people will now know what this respectable woman gets up to in Monaco. Maman shouted it loudly enough. It should have been shouted from the day she arrived, four years ago.

Notes

Cresci — likely a member of the opera company performing at the Nice Opera that season. ↩
Roller skating rinks (skating-rinks) were a fashionable novelty of the 1870s; Marie uses the English word. ↩
La Pointue (“the pointed one”) and le Surprenant (“the surprising one”) — Marie’s coded nicknames; the latter refers to Audiffret. ↩
Girofla — Marie’s nickname for Audiffret here, borrowed from the operetta seen the previous evening. ↩
In Latin in the original: Tu quoque ? — the phrase here conveys ironic surprise. ↩
In Latin in the original: Agnus Dei — the liturgical Latin title of Christ as the Lamb of God, used here sarcastically by Marie to mock her father’s grovelling. ↩