Tuesday, 6 February 1883
[Blacked-out words: A Shrove] Tuesday rather dull.
[Mots noircis: Un mardi] gras assez terne.
We go to dinner at the Grand Hôtel — my father, Maman, my aunt, Dina, Michel, myself, Saint-Amand, Mme and Mlle Kanchine, Mme and Mlle de Pontblin, the Comte de Laferrière (very, very old), the Marquis de Saint-Maurice, the Engelhardts.
Nous allons diner au Grand Hotel nous: mon pere, maman, ma tante, Dina, Michel, moi, Saint Amand...
Afterward we go to the Watercolorists' and afterward to the Éden-Théâtre — an immense Hindu-modern hall with promenades, buffet, circus, ballet, bars, orchestra, etc. The ballet Excelsior with its Italian dancers is a marvel. Never has theatrical staging attained such splendours.
Apres on va aux aquarellistes et apres a l'Eden-theatre.
There Tony and Engelhardt join us, and that is all.
La nous arrivent Tony et Engelhardt, et puis c'est tout.