Wednesday, 25 March 1874

I believe decidedly that Paul is either mad or drunk. I was taking my tea in the morning and he, because I pushed away his cup, threw it so near my face that I received all the splashes, and Walitsky began to cry out in alarm that it could have disfigured me. The cup, overturning on the table, went and broke near the wardrobe. From always being with the servants he has become coarse and unbearable. Maman summoned him and he was scolded, but then they martyred me the entire day.
I was at Laussel's for the first time today and played as a trial a portion of a sonata. I was terribly afraid. We go to the Howards'. I stay downstairs with Lise, who is beautiful today; she has become better-looking than Helene.
On returning, from a distance I catch sight of Wittgenstein and Lambertye. Fedus is so tiny beside that masculine Obelisk.
From there to the grocer's. Adam cooks detestably; he neglects it, and nearly always now I am hungry.
Tomorrow the pigeon shoot; I do not know if I shall go -- perhaps at three o'clock.
I wanted very much to laugh on seeing my friend Charles, and Maman looked at him; he did not turn away quite so abruptly, the poor wretch!
I asked so many things of God that I believed I would have nothing. Because I ask for everything the maddest ambition could wish. So I no longer ask for racehorses, and it is a great sacrifice.
You are a little Polycrates, my dear.