I say nothing against that.  But was not our earth convulsed by various revolutions before the creation of man?  We do not take literally the statement that God created the world in six days.  The elements were formed during ages and ages.  But can we deny God when we look at the sky, the trees, and men themselves?  Would we not say that there is a hand which directs, punishes, and rewards—­the hand of God?

October 5th.

We went with Paul to a secluded part of the garden to shoot.  My hands trembled a little when, for the first time in my life, I took a loaded gun, especially because Mamma was so frightened.  I chose a pumpkin twenty paces away for a target, and shot capitally.  The whole charge was in the pumpkin.  The second time I fired at a piece of paper twenty centimetres square, again I hit, and a third time a leaf.  Then I grew very proud and smiling.  All fear disappeared and it seems as if I had courage enough to go to war.

I carried the pumpkin, the paper, and the leaf in triumph to show to Mamma, who is very proud of me.

Really, what harm is there in shooting?  I need not become on that account one of those detestable men-women with spectacles, masculine coats, and canes.  To fire a gun will not prevent my being gentle, lovable, graceful, slender, vaporous (if I may use the word), and pretty.

While shooting I am a man; in the water a fish; on horseback a jockey; in a carriage a young girl; at an evening entertainment a charming woman; at a ball a dancer; at a concert a nightingale with notes extra low and high like a violin.  I have something in my throat which penetrates the soul, and makes the heart leap.

Seeing me with the gun, no one would imagine I could be indolent and languishing at home.  Yet, sometimes, when I undress in the evening, I put on a long black cloak which half covers me and sit down in an armchair.  I seem so weak, so graceful (which I am in reality) that again no one would imagine I could shoot.

I am a rarity.  I shall be highly educated, if God wills that I should live and blesses me.  I am perfectly formed, my face is pretty enough, I have a magnificent voice, intellect, and I shall be, withal, a woman.  Happy the man who will have me.  He will possess the earthly Paradise!  Provided that he knows how to appreciate me!

I lack everything here, and yet I adore Nice.  We always love what does not love. Sic factae sumus.  Everywhere else I am visiting, at Nice I am at home, and the proverb says:  However well off we may be while visiting, we are better off at home.  Nice!  Nice!  Thou ingrate!

I adore Nice and admire it from my window.  I am happy and animated.  Why?  I don’t know.  After all—­Ah! let me alone!  The cards tell the truth, I believe in the cards; they have always said yes to me.  I must have an occupation, I am of a warlike disposition.  I am ready for everything.  I ask only an idea.  No doubt I shall be depressed to-morrow, for this evening I am certainly on stilts.