Thursday, 27 May 1875

We go to the concert and Audiffret passes with his etceteras a hundred times on foot, looking us straight in the face — and we were in the front row, so it was very close.
Thank God I do not blush for this nincompoop.
In the evening I have a box taken at the theatre. They are giving a very amusing piece, Les trois chapeaux, and Ravel is performing — and then too I want to see what the man in question will do. For this afternoon he ran after us to the baths, then went away, then came back quite red just as we were leaving, and on seeing this, he came out after us and we met again at the concert.
I am in white at the theatre — as always, for that matter. Even in winter I had that white cloth dress. It is my favourite colour.
Well — the little impertinent does not stir! As we were leaving before the end, we saw him go out and make almost at a run for the Cercle.
O Venus, confound this wretch!

Notes

Title in French in the original: Les trois chapeaux — “The Three Hats”. ↩