Nice I know everybody, but to live in Nice except as a queen isn't
worth while.

I am sad, I am in a foreign country, I long to return home, just for
a single day, for if I stayed longer, I should want to go back.

In the evening we went to the Apollo theatre, they gave the _Vestal_
and a ballet. I wore white with a Greek coiffure. There were a
great many people, and an especially large number of men. Not a
single woman between our box and the stage.


_From Monday, January 24th, to February 10th, 1876:
Rome, Hôtel de Londres, Piazza di Spagna._

I swear that all these tragic and jealous remarks about A---- were
written under the influence of romantic reading, and that I only
half believed them while I was writing, exciting myself for the
pleasure of it, and I greatly regret these exaggerations.

The archimandrite has been at our house. He is a charming man who,
after having been a soldier, turned monk from despair at having lost
his wife. He told us that there was a Madame S---- who greatly
desired to make Mamma's acquaintance.

Returning from the photographer's, such dismal thoughts filled my
brain that I did not dress and let Mamma and Dina go out without me.
Being left alone, I am very sad, I am singing "Mignon."