it finished on my return from Rome. I am thinking only of that, of
having my carriage, of spending a month in Nice, of continuing the
studies I shall have begun in Rome, of following my professor's
directions, and then of going to Russia. So many things have
suffered, so much money has been lost because we failed to take our
journey. There was a crowd to hear the band play. General B---- and
V---- were near us. A---- was near the carriage.

"Are you going to stay long in Nice?"

"A week."

"Are you going away again?"

"Why, yes," replied my aunt.

"And where?"

"To Rome."

"Yes, to Rome," I added.

"But you do nothing but travel. Mademoiselle, you are a regular
whirler."

"What a ridiculous man!"

We were walking, I, my aunt, and the General, who made me laugh by
calling my attention to the different ways in which people looked at
me, the men at my face, the women at my gown.