their shops.

Toward noon, I was not only settled, but ready to go out. In Paris I
am at home, everything interests me; instead of being lazy, I am in
too great a hurry. I should like not only to walk, but to fly. I
wanted to make myself believe that there was society in Vienna, but
that is impossible. The hotel is full of a very good sort of English
people. We are going to Ferry's. I took the address in Vienna. We
shall buy two pairs of boots, one black, the other yellow.

We went on foot. I ordered some gloves. I dress myself. My allowance
is 2,500 francs a year. I received 1,000 francs. Then we took a cab
and went to Laferrière's. I ordered a tête-de-nègre costume (three
hundred francs).

"Here comes the Duc de H----. Don't jump out of the carriage." My
aunt looked at me sternly. This evening I asked myself if I really
did love the Duc, or if it was imagination. I have thought of him so
much that I fancy things which do not exist--I might marry somebody
else. I imagine myself the wife of another. He speaks to me. Oh! no,
no! I should die of horror! All other men disgust me. In the street,
at the theatre, I can endure them, but to imagine that a man may
kiss my hand drives me wild!

I don't express myself well, I never know how to explain myself,
but I understand my own feelings.

To-night we are going to the theatre. This is Paris! I can't believe
that I am here. This is the city from which all the books are taken.
All the books are about Paris, its salons, its theatres, it is the