Thursday, 11 January 1877

We went walking with Pelikan the lame, the deaf, the infirm, and Mme Zurmüllen. The poor old man imagines he is in love with this lady, and Nice is already slandering her. It is sad and consoling.
I skate very well. It was bound to be. Lewin came over to chat with us.
Merjeewsky found me in the dining room with all the others, dressed as a monk, with the hood pulled down over my eyes. I was lugubrious, and the youngster made me smile and talk, so much so that we all went up to my rooms to arrange the mirrors for tomorrow, and stayed until midnight.
They are keeping Fortuné in Russia! My father does not answer!