Monday, 15 January 1877

Princess Eristoff writes to me that my father has left, that she is very sorry about it, and that she is sending me the parcel that came from Rome.
I come home from the Skating in a gloomy mood. Skating is all very well, but to see Audiffret and Bergerault, who do not bow — it is disgusting!!!
Mmes Anitchkoff and Zurmüllen took tea with us. The first left in her carriage; as for the second, who lives almost next door, we set out to see her home and, instead, push on as far as Pelikan’s lodgings and, taking advantage of our long dark cloaks, make a bit of a racket, throw pebbles at his window and shake the shutters; then we go on our way, making remarks about the few passers-by, who do not recognise us because we have kerchiefs instead of hats.
People of the north! Imagine, in the depths of January, the softest and most delicious of nights.
The result of this outing is a disposition towards... memories.
I leaf through my journal of June 1875; I deplore, I marvel...
A rather curious fact to note: never, from the first day we became acquainted with Audiffret — in no conversation, at no picnic — have I appeared for a single moment to have any wit.
I spoke little, and badly; I never knew how to behave with him, and it is still the same now. So he must think me stupid.
And now I am reproaching myself for not having known how to keep on good terms with all these gentlemen. You would not believe how great Saëtone’s influence is. One evening when they were all at our house, except Audiffret, and I was talking delightfully, they begged me to stay for the winter, adding that they would make me the queen of the season. Which was entirely in their power... Do you know what I answered?
— It is too easy, and not worth the trouble...
No, let us not make excuses; here I am falling upon my poor self, which is unhappy enough without that.
I was a child. I had never seen anything at close quarters. That is my excuse and the last explanation. Ah! if they had said not to introduce him, he would come running, and in winter, last winter, he would be introduced and this... Enough, enough of ifs and buts. Let it rest there. And as with Antonelli, I will not talk to myself about it any more...
Now I feel like spending the carnival in Nice. Madness! In a hostile town, among hostile people. Madness! But where is one to go?
I want to stay and I must leave; I hear that terrible voice crying to me, as to the Wandering Jew: Onward! Onward!!
As soon as I turned sixteen Audiffret came running; he wants every girl to pass through his hands first of all; after that he does not care.
I have reread the Girofla period; at moments my heart tightened a little — it was when I read that he was pale or sad. And at the same time I see how like I was to all the girls of sixteen described in books.
But what is certain is that, whatever I do and whatever I say, there was, there is, and there always will be something in Audiffret that attracts and disturbs me. Whatever he may do to me, he will always remain strangely appealing to me all the same.
Every Monday there is a reception at the Prefecture. This evening there is music. Audiffret sings, and so do the Howard girls.
They go everywhere, they do; people are polite to them! people are...
Great God! After all I am only eighteen; I have not the strength to despise everything and to look on coolly while others live and I myself am dying!
I meant to say something, and instead I wept with my face against the carpet, praying to God!
Oh! may He have pity on me, my God, since I am so tormented!
There is mercy for every sin; if I have committed some crime, it must be expiated.
Oh! the most atrocious tortures will never give an idea of what I suffer.
Oh! my wretchedness fills me with horror and pity.
To be so torn, to weep so much, to moan so much over so commonplace a thing!
Going into society.
Why can I not die, rather than debase myself to the point of weeping over it!