nearly a week has passed, and i have not yet made the ligovskis’ acquaintance. i am awaiting a convenient opportunity. grushnitski follows princess mary everywhere like a shadow. their conversations are interminable; but, when will she be tired of him?... her mother pays no attention, because he is not a man who is in a position to marry. behold the logic of mothers! i have caught two or three tender glances—this must be put a stop to.

yesterday, for the first time, vera made her appearance at the well... she has never gone out of doors since we met in the grotto. we let down our tumblers at the same time, and as she bent forward she whispered to me:

“you are not going to make the ligovskis’ acquaintance?... it is only there that we can meet”...

a reproach!... how tiresome! but i have deserved it...

by the way, there is a subscription ball tomorrow in the saloon of the restaurant, and i will dance the mazurka with princess mary.