Tuesday, 10 September 1877

It is our 30 August — Saint Alexander's Day, the festival of our Emperor. We leave Schlangenbad in formal dress to go straight to church in Wiesbaden.
M. Denissoff helps us out of the carriage and announces the capture of Plevna. Now Alexandre has only to fall in love with me. His name was spoken and sung for an hour. I prayed and thought of him — so close is he to me in my dreams.
The Gerbel girls asked me to introduce them to Madame my mother, which I did, and Mme Gerbel was introduced to Maman and my aunt. And as they are relations of Lautrec, all this takes place very quickly in the church itself after mass. To tell the truth, I have quite lost the habit of being well treated and sought out.
It is also Batourine's nameday; we go to call on Madame (Monsieur is in Russia). Then Lautrec takes me to the Liemans.
If ever there was rapture, real happiness, sincere joy, it was there. They tore me to pieces with their kindness. One cannot help loving them, if only for that goodness, that simplicity, that exalted German warmth — and so genuine! From there to the Gerbels, who received me admirably, which delighted Lautrec. Mme Gerbel is an excellent woman, not envious — a remarkable quality in a mother of four daughters. Then, having put on a short dress, to the music, where I spend three hours in a flock of young ladies. And the same again in the evening.
An officer whose name I do not know — though I know he has a "von" — strolled with us. I was half asleep and began to joke about M. Thiers being ruined by the radicals and M. de Bismarck being undone by the Turks. For I maintained that the Prussians were Turkish sympathisers, and the proof was that Suleiman Pasha was none other than a certain Hermann von Zuleimann, whom Bismarck had promised to make a baron at the end of the campaign. Von Zuleimann was making his fortune, and by nine in the evening all Wiesbaden was repeating this nonsense. Mesdames Lisander — wife of the senator, etc. etc. — Lisander of St. Petersburg, Liemann, Romanoff and Gerbel formed a circle with Lautrec as their cavalier, while the nine young ladies kept carrying him off in turn. Lautrec, who promotes things as few people in the world can, was delighted with Baron von Zuleimann, for all these ladies spoke of it to my aunt. And by nine in the evening, as I say, the joke having made the round of the promenade, it came back to me. Though a mere trifle, it gave me pleasure, and I found this Hermann amusing — quite forgetting I had invented him, like the liars of Marseille who ran to see the whale at the port.
Mlle Lisander is an affected creature of thirty, pretty enough if you like, somewhat of a broomstick; the most reserved of all — therefore the one I was most eager to know. The mother is a good, rather simple woman. We have now practically entered the best Russian society here.
I am always foolishly flattered when, as here, people make something extraordinary of me. I who spend my life desiring it and waiting for it — I seem quite astonished when it happens, and turn in all directions as if to see whether it is really for me and whether there is not someone beside me.
Without Lautrec we should know nothing of what is being said, and should be regarded very differently. He has staked his self-esteem on us, and he is a skilled man.
Not a single cavalier. That is curious. Those from the ball appeared only at the end of the promenade, and with the Merenberg and the Princess of Thurn and Taxis. And other German ladies.
All these ladies are very agreeable but rather tedious.
It appears, then, that we are already revolutionising Wiesbaden.
We find Maman at about ten o'clock; she had stayed at the hotel, ill. And we chat until midnight. Dina did not go out in the evening either — she has received a letter from her mother and has a headache.
Before my arrival she was playing the Marie Bashkirtseff, being very elegant. She pleases a great many people. But as I am prettier, I rather eclipse her.
There are no cavaliers. I do not count the officers. Denissoff is a married Russian. There are one or two more I know, but absolute nonentities.
I am quite astonished at having made acquaintances so easily. It must be like this everywhere when one is like everyone else. I am quite surprised to find nothing but goodwill... after Nice...