Friday, 31 August 1883

Claire, the boys, and I go to Versailles.
The strong sex goes its own way, and we feeble women go to the château. I retain today only the Napoleonic battles, the splendours of this greatest of men, and his marble statue at Saint Helena. Ungrateful people, infamous people, blind people!
But that would carry me too far!
We have bought a croquet set, and in the evening we make amusing music with one finger, in no particular fashion — all the tunes, all the operas, all the memories.