# Friday, 22 December 1876

Friday, 22 December 1876

Weary for the hundredth time, I decided to go to San Remo to get my father’s last word. As far as Monaco I had plenty of company, notably Broussais, Walitsky, Maman and the Anitchkoffs... Since the other evening I have fraternised with the latter.
— We look as if we were going to Rome, said my aunt suddenly.
— So we do, I answered.
— Don’t we? said Maman.
— Take care, I replied, do not tempt me.
— Oh ho!
— But why should she not go? said Maman.
— To Rome? asked my aunt.
— Why yes, let her go with you for a day, just as you are.
— I think the idea is a good one.
No sooner thought of than decided. I named the items to be forwarded to me at San Remo, from where I shall go on to Rome. At Menton the trains cross; in the one coming from Italy I recognised my father. We had to call out to him and make a commotion — besides, he had recognised me too, and came with us to San Remo. The princess came to fetch me at the hotel and brought me to the Villa Rocca, where the entire monkey family is currently assembled — the princess, her Italian lover, Hélène, her daughter, Lola and her husband the Italian Sperandio. To look at them one would proclaim: Darwin is great! If I were not in such dire straits I should never have sunk to consorting with these people.
But they really are very jolly.
At last I spoke seriously, in precise and brief terms, with my wretched father. And he answered that he would give me a definitive reply only in a few days — one must wait for his decision as though it were a favour. He, who has never given a rouble towards his children’s education — he is the one who... Well!