Yesterday my aunt and I were talking of Marcuard and Dina. I do not know whether I have kept you informed of this strange courtship. Marcuard has...
More hotel visits. By some chance John Arthur gives us the address of the Marquis d'Ulau's hotel. A sort of Séraphin shows us M. le marquis's...
No! I cannot stay in Paris.
But before that I went to see the Boyds — that is, to pay my court to Mrs Boyd.
I wanted to go to bed at ten, but Blanc came and I chatted from my room until midnight. There was much talk of Cassagnac, and we suppose that Blanc...
Why have I loved myself! If I had found some dirty, genuine affection I would forget myself. But thank God I have not had that happiness, I have...
I feel very strange, see and understand nothing clearly, and would like to stay at home in a stupor; but as the horses are paid for by the day my...
And this morning the baroness enters with a photograph in her hand. I look and recognise several faces: indeed, here are fourteen members of the...
Such is what Monsieur Dumas declares, and what I address to our Alexandre. Only Alexandre can answer me that it concerns him and yet does not concern...
My aunt is beset by Georges's creditors. I thought I was rid of all those horrors — but no, they pursue me everywhere. I have wept with grief and...
I do everything in fits and starts; today I drew all day long — to rest my eyes I played the mandolin, then back to drawing, then the piano. There is...
Why did things end so strangely with Antonelli?
Grand-papa is like a man waking from a long sleep who has naturally lost the habit of everything. During the journey he wanted to direct operations,...
A deadly dull drive in the Bois! Nothing but wigmakers and third-rate *cocottes*.
Fauvel is putting a stop to my trips to Enghien and may perhaps send me to Germany — which will once again turn everything topsy-turvy.
We spent a pleasant evening at the Français. They were giving George Sand's *The Marquis of Villemer*.
And this does not prove that I am indifferent — only that before, I was so much a child that I did not know "where to put myself," as I often say. I...
And this evening, learning that Maman and Dina were going to the Bois with Miss Hall, I put on an overcoat with three capes like Robespierre over my...
Now they have me taking compressed air baths.
Well, I have Brunet in Nice, and I have yet another idea — to write to Rome, to the Chevalier Rossi, that uncooked lobster prancing backward... he...
I hate this paltry luxury and these illuminated cafés; I would a hundred times rather have an old palazzo whose entrance is lit by a wretched lantern...
And at eight o'clock, Maman, Dina, Grand-papa, Walitsky, Triphon, Prater, and Renard departed for the blessed land of Schlangenbad. Despite all our...
Over a wretched book — the *Journal d'un diplomate en Italie* by d'Ideville — a storm!
Since my air baths I no longer eat — an effect completely opposite to the usual one. While one is shut inside the chamber it is impossible to read...
I am almost sorry to have made her acquaintance — she drinks, and Rosalie tells me that the servants of the house keep repeating the count of the...
Rémy came. I scented him with ether, carbolic solution and violet, and daubed him with paint.
Yesterday again the baroness spent an hour trying to guess why he has not called. As for me, having my telegrams on my conscience, I leave things as...
Hall dined with me and we did not part until eleven o'clock. She drank only lemonade; we spoke of nothing but Florence and Larderel. Hence a charming...
He does not adore me; he does not yet know me. But when we understand each other one will see a well-dressed woman.
For amusement I stayed up until six in the morning, and at six o'clock I... wanted to start painting, but it was so dark that I fell asleep until...
"He is our Emperor," people said — "if the father is dead, the son is living!"
At nine in the morning Hall literally dragged me out on horseback, but as we were given animals with hard mouths — hard as Alexandre's heart towards...
Painting enrages me! Because within me there is material for wonders, and I am in the matter of study more wretched than the first little girl who...
The most disagreeable of all the barons spoke to me of *Le Figaro*'s account of the Nice races. It is the counterpart of what Broussais said about...
I should like to have the real one! I would become attached to this creature who is more than a dog, and with whom is bound up a memory on which one...