Monday, 15 July 1878

The whole company goes to Frankfurt. Edouard Strauss is playing in the zoological gardens. I go as well, to see the famous Ariadne. She stands in a kind of chapel, lit in rose. It is magnificent... like me.
Young Dourassoff — who, as I believe I have mentioned, is barely twenty-one and shy as shyness itself — is beginning to speak a little. Yet the company he frequents most, thus far, is that of little Dimitri Rembelinsky, aged nine.
Madame Abaza thinks so... We were talking of Comte Protassoff-Bachmétieff, who nearly married Madame Doubelt. — He is a man one could very well fall in love with, says Madame Abaza with conviction — he has no wit, it is true, but he is elegant, a man of the salon — a chic man, in short.
Having nothing better to do at meals and at dinner, I try to guess why this lady lives abroad... She does not love her husband, who has another family, but she must love someone else... She is perhaps like Maman... it is admirable, but it is very tiresome [words blacked out: for those around her. One becomes fretful], one clings to petty things, in short one grows disagreeable and difficult in the dealings of daily life.
I have replied to Madame Doubelt.

Notes

The celebrated Ariadne on the Panther sculpture by Johann Heinrich Dannecker (1814), displayed in the Bethmann Museum in Frankfurt. The pinkish rose light was the traditional way the piece was displayed to enhance its marble translucency.
In English in the original (French text uses the word as fashionable slang).