Saturday, 3 August 1878

Thanks to this sister, no one at dinner, but on my way to Thilenius’s I see one of them, the dark one, with the princess, in the park. So I find Dourassoff and we go and walk past them. Then I go for a walk with everyone and we meet the brother and sister again. Madame Antonsky will have me believe that I am very much taken up with this prince; it amuses her, and I joke and chatter about Auguste. Monsieur Mühle claims it has all been arranged for us... You know there is a ball this evening, and poor Mühle, who is always drunk, is promising himself a colossal festivity.
Of course we all go. We are hardly settled when along comes a gentleman whom I have seen once or twice in the morning driving a strange tilbury with a little groom... in brown livery and a hat held up only by the little fellow’s nose, so that he had all the trouble in the world to see; well, this gentleman comes up and introduces himself. He is the Baron of I know not what, son of I know not what local dignitary, a great lord, so I am told. But I refuse to dance, and as he insists I try to prove to him that dancing strips us of our dignity, that this exercise is one of the great proofs of the decadence of the great human family, that humanity... in short, I suddenly talk politics to him, then the war in the East, and finally I ask him whether he knows Madame Antonsky and the Princes Hohenlohe. He does not know Madame Antonsky and the Princes Hohenlohe, and leaves us, carrying off my most amiable smiles.
Monsieur Mühle is vexed, for by refusing to dance with so fair and rosy a young man I have offended that young man, who left Soden at once for Königstein.
He had no choice; besides us there were five or six ladies with a certain air, and then some men.
One has good ideas but no energy. The Doctor proposes having a polonaise played and dancing it by ourselves; then they want to have the Russian anthem played and to march out in triumph. Our exit, for that matter, was quite a success: to the strains of the galop we left the room two by two, galloping just a little... Monsieur Mühle, thoroughly drunk, leaves the cellar and Madame Mühle leaves her kitchen; they are going to meet in the corridors, and I fear Madame will give Monsieur a good chase over the takings, which were far too thin. I need not tell you, however much of a Dourassoff you may be, that everyone was dressed as in the morning, and that I drank tea with my back to some Germans, most of whom had their trousers turned up.
My prince did not even come in; it was beneath him, it was barely possible even for a cohort of twelve to fifteen people.
Ah! Soden. Dourassoff livens things up. It was raining; he comes in and complains of being soaked through: I have dirtied and wet my trousers! he says, and something in that vein every day.
I should so like to find German melodious... I can barely endure it even spoken by my prince... the poor prince is very, very ill.

Notes

In English in the original — a young male servant who rides behind on a carriage. ↩