Tuesday, 27 April

The thing is to say that I have beaten Georges.
Delicate, I do believe. Filthy, half-naked, drunk, revolting — he presents himself in my room. I order him to leave; he refuses and plays the madman. So I took a clothes-brush and gave him such a brushing with it that he felt it, I answer for that. I was furious — and in the mirror I saw my own mouth covered in foam.
In half an hour I am unrecognisable: prettily coiffed, in a pale-straw Archduke dress, Watteau hat, straw gloves, yellow leather openwork ankle-boots, a rose-lined parasol with a cane handle. The smile back on my lips.
Rickard comes and we go out. She is quite accustomed to me now — talks, and even laughs. What a pity she leaves on Friday.
For the first time I have walked out in a long dress.
Old Audiffret has made it up with his wife. Everyone knows the scandal of last year, in which Mme Durand played a considerable part.
M. Audiffret had announced a week's absence, but returned that same evening — and it seems what he found was not to his liking, for he fired three shots at his wife. Fortunately, her chignon received all three bullets.
The wife fled to a convent in Marseille. It was at Mme Durand's house that she had been seeing the person whose presence had so discommoded M. Audiffret on the evening of his return.
I dreamed of the theatre, which means dangerous passions. I also saw a dancer, which means gaiety and marriage.
If one believes my Clef des songes, I shall be married very soon.
So much the better — I ask for nothing else.

Notes

Clef des songes (Key to Dreams): a popular 19th-century dream-interpretation book; Marie consulted it as a form of divination.