Wednesday, 12 May 1880

Yesterday, finally, at eight in the evening, Maman and Dina left. I would have cried, but we arrived ten minutes before departure — we were so rushed that I did not grow sentimental.
Anitchkoff, Pelikan, and Soutzo, naturally. The poor devil sympathises with the grief we may feel and looks at me tenderly... Yesterday evening at the Salon, he spent his time gazing at me like a soul in torment. If he is not in love, he affects a love that everyone can see.
From the station, we go to join Rosita and her governess at Giroflé-Girofla. Soutzo escorts us there, places himself at our disposal, begs us to make use of him — a man of the family... and all this with a very discreet simplicity.
“Shall I come to fetch you?”
“No, thank you.”
Well, as M. de Miranda had not come, I was wondering awkwardly how we would get away at the end, when, the curtain down, the door of the box opens and Soutzo appears.
Well, it did something to me. I stood rooted to the spot for an instant, surprised and almost moved.
“I certainly hope,” I said to him at our door, “that you will not dare to come in at this hour.”
“I did not mean to come in, but since...” In he comes; but after we have taken some refreshment I leave the dining room abruptly to avoid the hand-kissing. Then again, perhaps I was not without the thought that he would come and say goodnight to me in the library — but it was too late, and I went to bed. Now it is seven in the evening, and here he comes.
On what footing is he received?
Why, like Alexis or Bojidar, but with perhaps a little more ceremony; and besides, there is no mother Karageorgevitch, who is a dangerous madwoman.
This evening I wanted to laugh a little. I wanted to extend my hand to him, very seriously, and when he would raise it to his lips, not withdraw it. But the thought of the face he would make had, in imagination, such a comical effect on me that the ceremony was performed laughing, and I confessed to him the cause of my wild gaiety. In this way he will see the value I place on this favour. Tchoumakoff arrived while I was laughing uproariously, so the little one went off to play a game with my aunt, and I stayed until eleven talking about painting.