Friday, 29 June 1877

I dined at the Boyds', and in the evening while we were all on the balcony I was introduced to Comte Lindemann, a Bavarian lord who seemed to me to have excellent manners.
What I desired with such ardor three years ago is now within reach of my hand: a portrait of the Duke of Hamilton. You know that Berthe loved him as I did, until his marriage. She has at least ten of his photographs in her album. He is a little stout, but so extraordinarily handsome! There is no other face in the world so noble and so beautiful. Everyone has seen la Gioia, his former almost-wife — and they resemble each other in a striking way. It seems it will be Carlo who becomes duke — or else his son — for the young Duchess of Hamilton has been bedridden for two years; and Mme Paskevitch, who married Carlo, asserts and has always asserted that Carlo would be duke even before the Duke of Hamilton married. But that is nonsense — la Gioia had a son by him.
We talked of Italy; Mme Boyd warmly urging me to come to Lake Como, where in September one encounters a great deal of society from Rome, Florence, and Naples.
Berthe, her brother, and her sister-in-law went off to the Skating rink, and Mmes Boyd and Yorke drove me home. M. Lindemann was with us — a fourth… Three in a landau is so awkward. I arrived home much calmed, and thinking with enthusiasm of the possibility of making the acquaintance of good Italians — at Aix or at Como — and then going to live in Rome. In Italy! Ah! look — you will never understand what that means to me! I am in love with it as with a man; outside that God's-own country, everything is tedium or indifference. I so want to love Paris — but my whole soul has passed over there: I adore Italy as my homeland, as the Duke of Hamilton, as God.
Maman writes that Torlonia having offered champagne at Monaco, they drank to the health of I no longer remember whom — whereupon Maman raised her glass and said:
— To the damnation of all those who do not love us!
— Oh! For that, Madame, said Don Clemente, it would take cholera or the plague. We have so many enemies.
So it is true — people say it openly… My arms drop in astonishment!… And I no longer know where to go, which way to turn!
If I believed that Enghien would cure me I should be more at ease. There are moments when I truly feel lost.