"Because so many stones have been thrown at him."


Wednesday, November 24th, 1875.

I slept for twelve hours and, while trying on at L----'s I felt ill.
True, they kept me two hours with those wretched gowns.

We ordered from B---- a landau with eight springs, dark-blue, five
seats, everything the very best, at the price of 6,000 francs; also
a park phaeton of the same colour, the phaeton is for me. I already
see myself in that little carriage, driving and saying: "Knowst thou
the land--"


November 28th, 1875.

I am in Nice. From Paris to Lyon, we were in the midst of snow, but
it is strange that I am not so delighted as I was before on reaching
my villa.

At Toulon we met C---- and took her with us. Mamma and the S----'s
were waiting for us at the station. The grown-ups took a cab, and we
entered our carriage.

We went to the opera. I wore a white barège costume made a little
like a night-gown--open in front, as if by chance, and confined at
the waist by a wide sash like a child's. We laughed heartily in
spite of the general dulness.