Monday, 18 May 1874

It is truly annoying -- until now I have not found a hat.
Going to the Champs-Elysees has become a necessity for me, and we do not go every day.
I saw Gioia again on the day of the races, on the way back.
We go to the Gaite to see "Orphee aux Enfers," which has just been transformed into an opera-bouffe-feerie. The theater itself is very pretty; the boxes are comfortable (which is rare here) and graceful -- and alas! no boxes! I was in the dress circle with a dreadful hat. Oh!!!
The staging and the costumes and the performers leave nothing to be desired (except Cupid, who could be better).
The effects and the tableaux are admirable; in short, everything is beautiful, and it is a true fairy-opera.
The costumes please me so much! There. I would give balls with costumes like that, but they are unfortunately too low-cut (which is what makes them adorable), and people would cry scandal -- especially the old women, the broomsticks.
One could indeed give them, but in the following way: one would organise a society where one would admit members with oaths and tests of discretion, like the Freemasons. One would take great care to accept only beautiful people, or at least those wishing to be beautiful. And then one would initiate them. At bottom there is nothing wrong in it, but I doubt the secret would be kept. How beautiful it would be. These costumes are so becoming, so graceful, so adorable. This society is a foolish unrealisable [sic] idea, but I alone, at home, for myself, I shall absolutely adopt the costume of Venus in "Orphee." At home, when I am alone, no one will see me.
I wager that if everyone were well made, no one would say anything against these costumes, and after all it is not really too indecent. It is so beautiful!
The house was very respectable. With satisfaction I saw there Baron de Rothschild, the one who was in Nice.
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