Wednesday, 11 September 1878

The Bois is most amusing at present. Everything is there — even two Grand Dukes, even a Larderel on horseback. All of Rome and Naples and Florence are here. One does nothing but meet familiar faces. Larderel has made me want to ride; besides, I have a score to settle from the donkey-riding party at Sorrento.
I ought to send for my brother — from now on my only one.
There is no greater joy for me than when I hear it said that the other brother is merely a brawler, an insulter, a... — in a word, that he is not what I miss. It is useless... for after a moment he compels attention and respect and all the rest. And I am so disgusted with life that I should want to die — if I did not want to go riding.