Sunday, 10 July 1881

I went to bed at half past four — forgetting the prayers. Paul refuses to be reconciled with Alexandre; his self-respect, which I have safeguarded, is intact — but they have extraordinary ideas here.
So we lunch at Alexandre's and get drunk. They cannot do without it here — I am horrified. Ah! I want to leave — everything is disgusting here! Oh! And my uncles — they are positively maddening: the good-natured fool Etienne, and the drunkard Wladimir. What did I say? I said nothing. But "Marie says she wants to leave — well, you say you're going, so you can go" — while in the meantime: why leave? "You're so comfortable here." Etc. I came out of it quite demented, and here we all are back home, except Maman and Papa, who are bent on needling each other and are as overwrought as madwomen.
We meet Lihopoy on the road; we stop and chat.
Micha has pulled out a tooth from the strain of lifting Sperandio and Paul — for this evening in the great drawing room we organise a sort of circus. Coco performs tricks, and the men too.
Micha is always underfoot among us — he is twenty-three but might as well be sixteen.

Notes

Coco: almost certainly a pet — most likely a parrot, given the name and the circus context.