Sunday, 21 January 1877

A great crowd everywhere; Manara, Angelini and Marx line the Promenade. Michel and Albert Gautier.
As a result of yesterday’s fall my left ankle is swollen, which allows me to appear at the Skating in all the majesty of a long gown. My escorts were the General and the Baron de Bauche, who saw me as a little girl at Spa. He introduced to Maman his brother-in-law, M. Blancho, who is married to the sister of Princess Vorousoff; a few people passing through, Tchetwertinsky and Mlle Marie, Princess Souvoroff’s ward.
I believe the Surprising One raised his hat to me; only, as I was looking at him without I let my eyes wander over his person without seeing him, he began to arrange his hair. Pettiness!
Sommier’s cards.
Albert Gautier called at our house while I was looking for him on the Promenade.
Everyone seemed to look at me with kindly eyes, and it made me blossom.
But in the evening... Oh! the Anitchkoffs. Old men and cards!
It is in Rome that I ought to be studying painting!
The brown walls, the cuckoo clock, the cards, the old men!!!
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Ah! Lord!