Sunday, 4 February 1877

I was at church, then we went to the Anitchkoffs’, and Mme Anitchkoff told me that “something” had been written about us in the Figaro; she does not know what, for she only heard it from others; she is going to look for the issue.
I replied that I knew nothing.
In the middle of the Promenade, in an enormous crowd, I jumped down from my basket carriage to walk home with Maman. [words crossed out] For quite a long way we were followed by two cocottes in a white basket carriage with white horses. An ugly basket carriage, a pair of nags, but it was none the less unbearable.
Someone has staged this piece of mockery. The revenge is witty, and above all effective. I should like to take my revenge like that.
It is atrocious.
I am powerless against so many abominable pinpricks, against so many infamies.
Such odious things!
Very well I am going away, but I shall come back. In Nice I have suffered, in Nice I...

Notes

In French in the original: panier — a light open carriage with a basket-work body, driven by its owner; a fashionable conveyance for ladies. ↩