Monday, 5 August 1878

To be scrupulous I must say that my princes played the Russian anthem, On dit que l’on te marie, and the Marseillaise. Afterwards we went to Homburg which, as you know, is ravishing; the park is superb, and there are a great many English people of the right sort. It is like being in England. Among the dreadful outfits there are some really picturesque ones, but invariably spoilt by feet!...
I came home with a perfectly charming hat I found at Homburg. Imagine a Directoire-style bonnet of coarse dirty-yellow straw plait with a bow of white muslin. One looks like the heroine of a novel in it. And at Homburg nearly all the fashionable women wear hats like that, but at Soden I shall be quite alone... the Gans’ hats are of this same straw. Those Gans.
This morning I went for a walk and went into the Catholic church; I took advantage of the absolute solitude to go up into the pulpit, into the choir, onto the altar, and to recite the prayers written on the cards set on the altar... I did it in order to pray, because I have any number of plans and need the help of heaven... but the idea that I have said a Mass torments me... just think, I rang the bell as the priests do during the service... Well, I meant no harm...

Notes

On dit que l’on te marie: “They say you are getting married”, a popular French song. ↩
In French in the original: toilettes. ↩
In French in the original: merveilleuse (italicised by Marie): after the Merveilleuses, the fashionable women of the Directoire, whose bonnets were back in fashion; literally “marvellous”. ↩