Monday, 5 February 1877

Pelikan came to lunch and to reach a final understanding about his departure and what is to become of his passion for Mme Zurmüllen and of the intrigues of Broussais, who wants to turn him away from it: Pelikan wishes to cool off by travelling.
At the Skating-rink, the prettiest sight imaginable. Obstacle races, ring races. When the little girls came forward after the grown-ups, everyone sat up to admire them better. Lise Kondareff won amid loud applause
At that moment Rangoni stopped near us with the Countess del Verme on his arm. He too is going to Naples or to Sicily, so he says. A rope had been stretched all round to keep a space in the middle of the rink for the skaters who were not racing. That is also where the judges stood.
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Rangoni talked to us for about ten minutes without letting go of Mme del Verme; that is Italian manners for you.
Consequently Audiffret too. Twenty times I turned away from his looks, and then, no doubt wishing to boast of a familiarity that made no sense at all, he made signs asking whether I wished to compete. I answered with another sign (between the public and the judges there is the racecourse) that I did not understand and did not care to understand. Then my aunt, highly delighted, made sign after sign and called him Soroka, to which the Surprising One replied with smiles, holding out his cane as if to unhook a ring, and then on that cane he performed a sort of silent serenade.
Next we showed that Princess Souvoroff is on very good terms with us, and indeed she showed herself as friendly as ever. Then Belle-de-Jour (Bel is more correct) came up to me and bowed. I had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, for that animal avoided bowing to me in public. This time there were a great many people; he had come to speak to me; I gave him an imperceptible good day and turned my back on him to talk with the Princess.
Good.
We were with Zoubaloff, Bihovetz, Mme Zurmüllen and M. Bikowsky, whom she introduced to me yesterday at her house.
Well, then... An eventful evening, if you like. For besides Pelikan, Zurmüllen, Bikowsky, Meyssner, we have Galula, Gautier and.... Michka Gautier, his brother. Now you must know that I have lazily and fantastically fallen in love (?) with this Michka, following an evening at the Opera when I saw the tip of his powdered nose in the box of his sister, next to ours. Michka is shorter than Pépino; he has bulging eyes, and the rest of his face is very handsome and above all very dissolute, which gives him polite, respectful, well-behaved manners.
I was not expecting so many people, and so I had on a white cloth jacket, open at the neck over a Schiller shirt, whose sleeves, trimmed with lace as well, showed beneath the cloth sleeves. Indeed I am not sorry to have been dressed like that... and then I was in a bit of a fog; I talked badly, I behaved badly. I do not know what I talked about, except the letters I receive about religion and the soul. Letters that Galula asked to see, that were examined conscientiously round the table and declared very stupid.
As Galula boasted of having seen my rooms, all the others were taken up there... even Michka. Besides, he is an old acquaintance, and what you do not know is that we tended the wounded at the station during the war, together with Pepino, who one day happened to ask Dina whether she did not have a corkscrew “about her”.
Left with the family, I am teased about Soroka, but seeing that it does not take, they move on to Pietro, to Soria and finally to Michka. None of it touches me. Not Soroka either; I think so because I never feel like seeing him, not one of them.
Ah! my throat, ah! my voice! Ill! Ill! It is enough to make one despair.
Oh, I forgot to say that I went out today wishing to meet Soria.

Notes

The Franco-Prussian War of 1870-71, when Marie was eleven. ↩