Monday, 12 August 1878

Yesterday Dourassoff talked with them for at least an hour on the terrace, and here is the quintessence of all that conversation: they have no strong desire to be introduced — Auguste at least, for Gans is a baby and says nothing. That is too much! I am filled with stupefaction and shame. Dourassoff also says they want to be introduced to me but not to the others... who are always with us. Absurd!
I have sent them a caricature by post; they are already so furious with me that one more trifle will make no difference. They spent the whole day on the terrace, passing and repassing in front of us — in short, a heap of nonsense. Mme Abaza came to tell me in secret what Dourassoff had told her, which I already knew. I promised that distinguished woman to tell her, at the moment of departure, something which has supposedly set my self-esteem at rest, and I exacted the most absolute secrecy... adding that she seemed to me a woman who could keep it. I shall tell her that Schwarz is desperately in love with me, that he has written to tell me so, and that, seeing my disdain, he has sworn to flee from me. I shall tell it convincingly.
This morning I conducted a hunt as foolish as Dourassoff himself, who accompanied me with another Russian gentleman. We tracked Schwarz; these two men, who could not feel how ridiculous they were making themselves by joining in such a caper, must have exasperated the beautiful mummy, who came and sat close by us and took his coffee for two hours.
I was with the Coubes and their little Nick. The Gans were calling the hens and I was keeping them from coming; we each tried to attract these interesting animals, and the Gans laughed and I laughed.
I then set about sketching Schwarz in a notebook and he set about sculpting me in butter. He imitates the hens’ clucking and I the cock’s crow, and little Nick says: “Fie! Gans! Bobo tip-tip” (hurting the chickens). The little beast was hitting them with his cane. Once they had gone I put on a blue pince-nez, a hat like theirs, turned up my coat collar, took a ribbon in my mouth to simulate a moustache and, taking a cane, gave a performance for the Coubes! There was no one else.
At dinner he does not move away! What eyes that man has!
It has been demonstrated that chest diseases are perfectly repellent — yet no one has been able to prevent consumptives from possessing a nameless charm that other invalids never have, nor the healthy either, and which inspires in one some nameless, charming compassion. I am wearing the blue pince-nez. Baron Schenck, that commissioner or prefect’s son, is here. I scarcely speak to him and do not trouble myself about him — I do not even believe he is in love with me. Fie! How dreadful.
They say Schwarz has deep-blue eyes. They are divine.
crossed outExpression while throwing on the floor, etc. imitation. At Thilenius’s... the caricatures. I avoid him, he remains mocking.
I say rather loudly that Dourassoff has picked up the bad manners of Soden, and I throw the notebook on the floor. Dourassoff, absent-minded, does not notice, and it is Nick who picks it up.
And all the time lessons of this sort for the Gans. I talk about them and mock them so as to be understood even when I speak Russian; every day I have meant to stop this mockery, and every day I have given myself up to it all the more.
One grows used to the most detestable things, I say — I shall weep for Soden and the... rest.
I passed him the sauce and he barely thanked me. I had warned our Russians about it. After dinner, despite the presence of the Gans, I put on the pince-nez and the hat and take up the cane. Schwarz watched me impassively, so I stripped off these accessories and began chatting with Dourassoff with the most distinguished air in the world, while Schwarz put on a thoroughly roguish air... for him. He is a doll... this man’s immobility is enough to drive one mad... I am mad about it. Now I am becoming impassive myself, and for good... I forced myself to avoid them all day; they were even slightly surprised, after all those follies. I am staying one more day to show them my new manner.
This morning Thilenius comes in and, instead of saying good morning, drops onto a chair and bursts out laughing, exclaiming: “It is telicious, delicious!”
He had caught sight of my paintings. Being at his house for my swabbings, I told him a few of the goings-on at the Kurhaus; he swoons over them and cries that we absolutely must make the acquaintance of August (Aougoust: the German pronunciation).
I asked him whether the waters made everyone lose their hair.
— What? Why?
— Why, because in front of the door of the princes one always sees goose feathers...
I believe those philistines have been plucking birds, for there really were feathers in front of their rooms this morning.
Listen!! Yesterday I went into their drawing room... they have an exquisite mandolin and a table covered with toys, little figures and wooden horses... it is very sweet at their place...
If we do not make their acquaintance tomorrow, I have my idea... Detestable situation!... It is extremely difficult to stay any longer, because of Ems, and because of my aunt, who will suspect some folly, and because of the Russians, who will laugh at me, and because of myself, who only a week ago was still cursing Soden from morning till night.
And how can I leave without a dénouement!...
I am truly stupid... after doing what I have done, I want them to want to be introduced. It is mad. Utterly mad. I always imagine that my insults and my mockery do not count because I never have a spiteful thought; yet at the slightest thing from others I am in despair or furious.
After the Antonskys left I ought to have stopped, for at that moment the Gans showed me some goodwill. I do not understand why they have come to dine next to me every day for four weeks! Knowing who I am, knowing so much, knowing Dourassoff, tacitly taking part in all our doings... If they have no wish to make our acquaintance, it would be easy enough to sit elsewhere or at a separate table, but this way... It is absurd! I should not have spent all my time mocking them... I amused myself, true... But I might have amused myself differently and a thousand times better.

Notes

In German in the original, with Marie’s own gloss: fürsten (princes). The joke runs on Gans, “goose”, her nickname for them. ↩