Thursday, 10 May 1877

Here is the race programme. The weather was fine; we were placed right beside the weighing enclosure but dreadfully far from everybody.
Horse races in Florence 10 May 1877, at 3½ p.m. I. — The Elena Race Prize of 1,000 lire given by Princess Elena Demidoff for two-year-old horses foaled and bred in Italy. Entrance: 50 lire, run or pay. — The said entrance fees to go to the horse placed second, less one to be retained for the race fund. (Criterium) Distance: 1,700 metres. — Weight: colts 54 kg, fillies 52½ kg. 1. Palma. Chestnut filly, 2 years, foaled and bred in the Province of Pisa, by Yellow Oak out of Golden Dream, 52½ kg. — Count Gaston De Larderel. — White, green sleeves and cap. 2. Don Pasquale. Chestnut colt, 2 years, foaled and bred as above, by Yellow Oak out of Orpheline, 54 kg. — The same. — White, sash, green sleeves and cap. 3. Vasco. Chestnut-bay colt, 2 years, foaled and bred as above, by Yellow Oak out of Refraction, 54 kg. — Signor Ranieri Galletti. — Red, black sleeves and cap. 4. Bambagella. Chestnut filly, 2 years, foaled and bred as above, by Yellow Oak out of Royaline, 52½ kg. — The same. — Red, black sleeves and red cap.
II. — The Cascine Race 1st prize 1,500 lire — 2nd prize 300 lire, given by the Society for horses of any age, foaled and bred in Italy. Entrance: 150 lire, half forfeit. — Of the said entrance fees, one to be retained for the race fund; the others, up to 300 lire, to go to the horse placed third, and any remainder to be added to the first prize. Distance: 1,937 metres, each horse carrying: 3 years, 51 kg; 4 years, 62 kg; 5 years, 65 kg; 6 years and upwards, 66½ kg. — Mares and geldings 1½ kg less. — Mares and horses out of an Italian dam that is not thoroughbred to carry 3 [?] kg less. Winners of a prize of 1,500 lire or more during the year to carry 2 kg extra. 1. Lucciola. Dark bay mare, 5 years, by Good By out of Refraction, 63½ kg. — Signor Federigo Tani. — Yellow, black cap. 2. Lady Hope. Bay mare, 5 years, by Heir-at-Law out of Verbena, 63½ kg. — Signor Od. Ginistrelli. — White and blue, blue cap. 3. Sporting Country. Bay colt, 3 years, by Heir-at-Law out of Biscia, 51 kg. — The same. — White and blue, blue sleeves and cap. 4. Vespa. Bay mare, 4 years, by Typhon out of Candia, 60½ [?] kg. — Signor Ranieri Galletti. — Red, black sleeves and cap. 5. Falconiere. Bay colt, 3 years, by Yellow Oak out of Royaline, 51 kg. — The same. — Red, black sleeves and red cap. 6. La Gorgona. Bay mare, 3 years, by Satyr out of Orpheline, 49½ [?] kg. — Count Gaston De Larderel. — White, green sleeves and cap. 7. Don Giovanni. Bay colt, 4 years, by Dusk out of Orpheline, 64 [?] kg. — The same. — White, sash, green sleeves and cap.
III. — The King’s Prize of 3,000 lire, given by His Majesty. (Handicap) for horses of any breed and age. Entrance: 250 lire, half forfeit. — Of the said entrance fees one to go to the race fund, the others to the horse placed second. — Forfeit must be declared before the first race of the day. Distance: about 2,300 metres. — Weights assessed by Prince Carlo Poniatowski, Marquis Giovanni Costabili and Marquis Roberto Pucci. 1. La Burdent [?]. Chestnut mare, 5 years, French thoroughbred, by Carouges out of Lady Douglas, 57½ [?] kg. — Count Gaston De Larderel. — White, sash, green sleeves and cap. 2. La Gorgona. Bay mare, 3 years, Italian thoroughbred, by Satyr out of Orpheline, 40 [?] kg. — The same. — White, green sleeves and cap. 3. Lady Hope. Bay mare, 5 years, Italian thoroughbred, by Heir-at-Law out of Verbena, 53 kg. — Signor Od. Ginistrelli. — White and blue, blue cap. 4. La Commense [?]. Bay mare, 4 years, French thoroughbred, by Diablotin out of Ellingtonia, 33 [?] kg. — Count Alberto di S. Giorgio. — Maroon, white sleeves and cap. 5. Sporting Country. Bay colt, 3 years, Italian thoroughbred, by Heir-at-Law out of Biscia, 43 kg. — Signor Od. Ginistrelli. — White and blue, blue sleeves and cap.
IV. — The Prize of the Circolo dell’Unione of 3,000 lire, given by the Society of the said Club for horses and mares of any breed and age. Entrance: 250 lire, 150 lire forfeit. The said entrance fees to go to the horse placed second, less one to be retained for the race fund. Distance: twice round the Prato, about 4,000 metres. — Weights and conditions as for the Arno Race. — The winners of the King’s Prize and of the Grand Prize of Florence to carry 2 kg extra. — The prize will be awarded if the distance is covered in 5 minutes 30 seconds. 1. La Commense [?]. Bay mare, 4 years, French thoroughbred, by Diablotin out of Ellingtonia, 64½ kg. — Count Alberto di San Giorgio. — Maroon, white sleeves and cap. 2. Lady Hope. Bay mare, 5 years, Italian thoroughbred, by Heir-at-Law out of Verbena, 63½ kg. — Signor Od. Ginistrelli. — White and blue, blue cap. 3. Wild Boy. Bay horse, 6 [?] years, French thoroughbred, by Wild Oats out of Francine, 74½ [?] kg. — Count Gaston De Larderel. — White, green sleeves and cap. 4. La Burdent [?]. Chestnut mare, 5 years, French thoroughbred, by Carouges out of Lady Douglas, 67½ [?] kg. — The same. — White, sash, green sleeves and cap.
V. — The Consolation Race Prize of 1,000 lire given by the Society for all horses and mares that have run in the races of the Florence season and have not won a first prize. Entrance: 100 lire, run or pay. — Of the said entrance fees one to be retained for the race fund, the others, up to 300 lire, to go to the horse placed second, and any remainder to be added to the prize. Distance, weights and conditions as for the Arno Race. The horse placed second in the said race, in the Heats for horses of any breed, in the King’s Prize and in the Grand Prize of Florence to carry 2 kg overweight. Entries to be made on the racecourse, and closed a quarter of an hour after the preceding race has been run.
Managing Committee Poniatowski, Prince Carlo, President Guicciardini, Count Ferdinando, Treasurer — Pucci, Marquis Roberto, Secretary Bombicci Pontelli, Cesare Bossi Pucci, Count Carlo Corsini dei Principi, Pier Francesco, Marquis of Lajatico Martini Bernardi, Francesco Piccolellis, Marquis Filippo Strozzi, Marquis Pio Stewards
Printed programme of the Florence races, 10 May 1877 (Corsa Elena, Corsa delle Cascine, Premio del Re)
Printed programme of the Florence races, 10 May 1877 (Corsa Elena, Corsa delle Cascine, Premio del Re) Mon Journal, vol. 10, p. 165 (facsimile)
Printed programme of the Florence races, 10 May 1877, continued (Premio del Circolo dell’Unione, Corsa di consolazione, Comitato dirigente)
Printed programme of the Florence races, 10 May 1877, continued (Premio del Circolo dell’Unione, Corsa di consolazione, Comitato dirigente) Mon Journal, vol. 10, p. 166 (facsimile)
I suffered horribly from being left out of... all of that, in short. Gaston and his wife were in the stand; she was almost the only lady there — all the others were in their carriages over there, far over there. The manners of this Larderel pleasantly reminded me of the other one.
Besides, I no longer love him, and the word love strikes me as comical applied here.
Out of spite I dined alone. Marcuard arrived at about ten, and, passing over all our amusing, merry, witty talk, I rush to tell you the main thing.
We laughed so much... Marcuard leapt over the chairs with the lightness of a sylph, with me in pursuit, and I declared to him that if he persisted in telling people I am engaged to Larderel, I would marry him, Marcuard.
But quickly, the story — good heavens, it is quite simple: it concerns Alexandre, who, to hear Marcuard, is a young man gone to the bad. Very fortunately he has fought a duel and gone off travelling, and in the meantime they will try to put his affairs in order. Gaston was a different matter; Gaston was the most elegant, the most sought-after man in Italy, whereas dear Alexandre has spent his life among moneylenders and cocottes, has been thrown out of the clubs, etc., etc. I know all that; that is not how I should like to see him. I should like him to be what his brother was... and more.
Just imagine: this dear, charming rake who used to speak of his hatred for Niccolini — a hatred fit to put a knife in his hand — well, that hatred has put nothing in his hand but a pen, to write Niccolini a letter just as he would have written to Marcuard or to Melissano. I must also tell you that he is at present in Pesth, which, I do not know why, pleases me very much. To be in Pesth — why, that is very distinguished.
in the margin
He did quite right; to show rancour would be ridiculous. On the contrary, he shows great tact in appearing grateful.
Marcuard is no slanderer; he only repeats what he has told him a hundred times to his face, what all his friends tell him and what everyone says of him.
Maman defended him, and Marcuard, out of love for the truth, tried to strip away the illusions that “you have on this subject, Madame,” as he puts it. He is childish, he is stupid, only when it comes to heeding advice and doing right; but lying, deceiving, wheedling money out of his mother with tears, then not paying and throwing the money to the devil — that is what he uses his wits for. If I were writing a novel I would have heaped up all these precious particulars and my own opinions in a preliminary explanation meant to sketch the subject; but writing from day to day, you must make do with these scraps...
Four years ago, at nineteen, he carried off a dancer of sixteen, a child who was living with her family. Now, one day, having noticed that she was... he turned her out of doors. There must have been some reason; such cruelty is unthinkable. To go on: the girl found herself on the street and, in this desperate position, went and knelt at the entrance to the Cascine to ask Larderel for “a franc to buy food” when he came by for his drive. Some friends of his put her into a cab and gave her money to put an end to the scandal.
He had a son by her.
— And one day, said Marcuard, I went to his rooms and found him in the most charming humour in front of his wardrobe mirror.
— “Ah, my dear fellow, he said to me, I am so happy. I have such luck — oh, but such luck!
— Come now, I asked him, what is it?
— What is it? he said, putting on his cravat and posing all the while before the glass. I am delighted — just imagine, my son has done me the kindness of turning out his gas-jet on coming into the world.” And this while arranging his collar, there, like that.
Well, really... it is so wicked that people would quote such a stroke if he were ever to become illustrious.
Marcuard treats him with great severity, exasperated as he is, like all his friends... To be quite distinguished, all he still needs is to cheat at cards and commit forgery. He has left gambling debts unpaid; I learned that last year in Rome, when he was refused an invitation to the Caccia-Club.
I turned all this into a joke after Marcuard had said that no streetwalker would want to be Larderel’s wife, in answer to the hope Maman expressed of seeing him married one day to some millionairess from Pesth. Once on that ground I laughed at my engagement, celebrated in the drawing rooms of Florence in... absentia... and said that his family had looked me over very oddly.
— The Countess is an adorable woman, said the Swiss; she is a friend of mine. Do not take offence at that; if she looked at you, it is because she knows you have met her son, and that gives her such great pleasure.
Ah, Marcuard, if you knew what joy you give me, you would be pleased, stuffed shirt though you are.
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Marcuard refuses any personal advantage and any chance of pleasing Larderel.
He rose to go at half past eleven but did not leave until one; I was bubbling over with quips and jokes, and Marcuard laughed so sincerely at the announcement of my coming marriage that I am very glad.
But, as he says himself, this journey is an immense step — it is Marcuard who says so.
So I shall leave without having seen him again... what I regret most is my family; I have grown attached to it as I have to Florence...
I think of coming back to Rome and to Florence with such keen, such genuine pleasure. It is like seeing a friend again... I have no friends, but that is the accepted phrase.
To be avenged on Audiffret... I am avenged. To be avenged on the contemptible Antonelli, and to have Larderel. That is where my thoughts are straining. To have Alexandre... one way or another.