Friday, 28 May 1875

I have done the cards four times — for the Russia journey, for Rome, for after Rome, and in general.
—For Russia: great society, success in love, marriage, a slight vexation caused by an old or disagreeable woman and a man of similar sort.
For Rome: society, amorous rendezvous, unpleasantness with an old or disagreeable woman on account of this blond king, gossip...
For after: gaiety and society, love from this blond king and the same woman, and the old man or a jealous man.
Sorrows and torments because of the same blond king.
— In general, the same thing: travel, gaiety and amorous or pleasant rendezvous, and the blond king and yet another.
Now listen: with my aunt and Sabatini I go to the sea — (archiduc dress, good) — Galula gives us his hand to get down from the carriage, brings us a bench, sits on the ground, then finds one for himself.
It hasn't been arranged? my aunt slips to me in a whisper —
No.
Galula is a charming fellow; I joke with him and he converses very pleasantly.
There — he has come all in white, my aunt breathes to me.
I blushed slightly but continued talking with Galula. My heart was beating. I feared a new affront. Audiffer remains behind us with Saëtone and others — then at last, after ten minutes or a quarter of an hour, Galula looks at him, rises and brings him over. Ah!
— Allow me, Madame, to present my friend M. Émile Audiffret. He bows; my aunt bows; he bows to me, and I give him a slight nod with a slight smile — cold and indifferent in appearance.
[Annotation: 1877. A moment of rapture. 1880. Absolutely.]
Inwardly I was proudly satisfied — I assure you!
[Annotation: 1877. Oh! yes! Approved in 1880.]
He is all in white cloth, and that rascal Figaro, taking him by the sleeve:
— Look — it needs a silver braid there.
— Men do not wear silver trimmings, said I.
— Then, little braids of that sort, you see, Audiffret — Figaro continues, indicating the white braids on my dress — tell your tailor to put some on; really, they are lacking.
But Girofla is very relaxed and speaks without any timidity — only he is so young. He strikes me as one of those sparrows barely covered with feathers; this youthful air pleases me and makes me smile. [Added between the lines: It was his Nice hat that gave him that look.]
I had been afraid to look him in the face before, for fear he would think absurd things — in conversation it was necessary, and I saw ravishing black eyes — not brown but black, truly black — beautiful teeth, a pretty mouth and a very mediocre moustache. No, he is much better at a distance. The poor elegant man of Nice, in a yellowish-white outfit like my dresses, had put on pearl-grey gloves — gloves so brand-new and pristine as to be ugly.
He speaks to me of Desforges's health and we laugh; he has a facial tic — besides, almost all men have these tics, I do not know why.
I speak of my journey to Russia, and Audiffer says he is leaving for Paris on Monday. My God, I shall be very bored if he goes before me.
I break the cord of my parasol and Girofla arranges it for me — with two stones he pries out the knot ends. This with his pristine pearl-grey gloves.
— Take care, I tell him.
— You fear I may tap (do you see this "tap"!) on the fingers... Oh, no — that is quite indifferent to you.
— I confess it is, Monsieur.
But he did not receive a single glance from me; Galula, on the other hand, was thoroughly favoured. If Girofla cares for me he is punished; if not, at least he will not think I care for him.
My God — one must always put oneself in others' place. And I have the misfortune of being not very sure of myself and of thinking that others are made of marble.
[Written across the page: Yet the —]
I was speaking of my winter in Rome.
— Oh, Mademoiselle, do you think M. Desforges will allow you to leave Nice? Oh! no.
And he enumerates all the pleasures to be had at Nice next winter.
— I hope, Monsieur, my aunt says to him, rising, that you will come to see us — and you too, M. Galula.
Galula is carried off in the lord of the manor's carriage — which I see for the first time.
We pass and see them getting into their carriage, and Girofla takes off his Nice hat and I acknowledge him gently without looking him in the face.
So at last — not everything in my life will be a vain desire and a constant disillusion!
[Annotation: 1881. Everything! Everything.]
We go to the Sapogenikoffs', to whom I give to believe that the man with the apple was very disappointed to see me without them, and so on.
That way I am a little protected. And if they only knew that Galula calls them my "etceteras"...
My aunt is enchanted and already believes Audiffret in love with me. But what makes me think he was running after us and watching — that he was, in a word, interested — is what Collignon said to my aunt yesterday after the concert:
— If I were in your place I would make this poor boy happy and speak to him — and who today was laughing and had... in his smile that certain expression I do not know how to name, but which makes me believe what, through an incomprehensible modesty and a certain false shame, I dare not believe.
Finally in the evening, my aunt, having gone to buy cigarettes at the London House, encounters Girofla there — and one comes to tell me so, smiling slyly.