Saturday, 20 January 1877

Merjeewsky came this morning to say goodbye; Maman dined yesterday with his mother at Monaco.
After an unbearable sitting, I went to the Skating, where I was the victim of a double accident. The first was that the Surprising One, without skates on his feet, while making the round of the gallery, stopped near us — behind Maman, my aunt, M. and Mme Anitchkoff, and facing me, since I was facing them. You see that the position of the actors is clearly defined. Then the aforesaid Surprising One, with a grave and severe air, deigned to address to us a few words which, at a pinch, might pass for somewhat amiable. By contrast I was uncommonly light-hearted, and asked how it came about that the most intrepid skater was on foot.
— I am not doing any skating today.
— No skating?
— No; but you get along very well, Mademoiselle.
— Yes, I can manage on my own.
— So I have seen.
— When?
— Why, for the last three or four days.
— You have not seen at all, I said, in a little tone of the kind he sometimes takes himself when he is in good humour.
And with that I turned to little Lisa Kondareff, Princess Souvoroff’s niece, who was rolling along in front of me. This child is not pretty, but she will be a real little devil.
The second accident was a fall on my backside. Maman gives a cry and bursts into tears; Sommier and Bibi bring water and consolation. To set everyone’s mind at rest I start rolling again, while Princess Souvoroff comes to chat and reassure Maman.
The inspector of dogs speaks to me on the way out, and I treat him with the same disdain as the others, while remaining polite enough to keep my self-respect.
Pierret, on leaving my house, went straight to Wolf to demand an explanation. Wolf is sulking with us, and thereby shows himself a sort of good-for-nothing, since he thinks more of a Pierret than of the closest friends of his intimate of thirty years, M. Anitchkoff. The latter’s wife is the personification of tactlessness and of the lack of all the virtues necessary to people of society. She talks of it this evening at our house; a sort of argument arises, in which my aunt and I speak very loudly about Wolf.
Left alone, we develop the subject, and I say that I should not be surprised if the Anitchkoffs broke it off. Our position in Nice is strained, and besides, I detest friendships that are too close, holding that the only solid relations are relations of compliments and bouquets.
Mme Anitchkoff keeps harping on our isolation, so I told her the same thing as on page 272. And it is the plain truth.
Now let us say that we met Rangoni with Angelini. Angelini beamed; I could not help opening my eyes wide when I recognised him. He has just come from Rome!
A street singer who came with her guitar under my windows made me go down and speak to her. She comes from Rome. I gave her all the small change I had; I should like to make her rich.
Midnight has just struck on the Tower.
One does not live six years in a town with impunity. I love Nice, and I am forced to hate it.
Do you know since when I have been seeing Audiffret? Since 1873. I made sure of it by leafing through my journal. Since 1873!