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Monday, 22 February 1875
# Lundi, 22 février 1875
An abominable wind; I go out completely veiled. In the evening to the opera with Sacha alone (blue dress, my hairstyle, good) — Il barbiere, and Dory sings Rosina. The theatre is full. Audiffret at his post. Why does he seem less handsome to me than before? I did not dare look at him; once, however, I raised my eyes by chance — at that very moment he too was looking at me, and I turned a little pinker than I already was. Dory is the first Rosina — gay, vivacious, graceful, witty — that I have seen since Désirée Artot. The public gave her a real triumph, and she deserved it; all the other singers caught the spirit and gave their best. In a word, it was with genuine pleasure that I listened this evening — the first time in a very long time. I bought the tenor's song, Se il mio nome, and I do nothing but sing it, as I once did On revient toujours.
Un vent abominable, je sors toute voilée. Le soir à l'opéra avec Sacha seulement (robe bleue, ma coiffure, bien) "Il barbiere" et Dory chante "La Rosina"... Dory est la première Rosina gaie, vive, gracieuse, spirituelle, que je vois depuis Désirée Artaud. Le public lui fit un vrai triomphe...
A truly charming evening. Maman is no better and I am trembling.
J'ai acheté la chanson du ténor Se il mio nome et je ne fais que la chanter comme jadis On revient toujours.