Friday, 14 December 1877

Pierre, who has been sent for from Nice to nurse Grand-papa, has arrived. This intelligent servant, having hoisted his trunk on his shoulders, made straight for the Trocadéro [Word blacked out: the Exposition] under construction — as being the place where the best directions to Madame Romanoff's address would be given, though he had it in his pocket.
At the Trocadéro no one knew Madame Romanoff, and he decided to take a cab while cursing the stupidity of Parisians.
"In Nice the first person one meets knows these ladies."
We have engaged a Black woman — I greatly enjoy being waited on by Black people.