Sunday, 20 June 1875

All night I dreamed I was in a magnificent dark green garden, with branches hanging so low, and the foliage so dense, and the grass so very green.
I was in a thicket with Audiffret, and there was but a single opening — to look through which I had to pass so close to him that my face touched his. And so all night long.
Étienne telegraphs that he will be here in a few days. Worth announces my dresses. ==Euax!=
De Daillens tells me she has drawn me in one of her albums as I appeared the day of the outing to the Loup. It seems my white dress fell in superb folds when I was [Crossed out: seated] on the seesaw [One line cancelled: two-wheeled cart] that Girofla was swinging.
I dreamed of a great many stars moving about the sky but not falling. And at each movement of each star I made a wish to marry Blackprince.
Can one be as mad as I am! This dream furnishes me with a most amusing story involving myself, Blackprince, and Hamilton, which I shall compose to help me fall asleep.
And often these stories, instead of putting me to sleep, keep me awake.
At the sea baths I held a coin and looked for a small beggar to give it to.
— Give it to me, Audiffret suddenly says.
— What! You are the little beggar? I say — and what will you do with this coin?
— I shall keep it.
— Ah, well then, take it — and laughing I threw him the coin, which he placed in his purse or wallet.
[One line cancelled]
So I am going away and everyone will forget me. Yesterday at dinner they served coffee — I had a pink cup and Audiffret a blue one. He offered me his; at first I did not understand:
— Do take it, Marie, says Collignon.
— What is it? I asked.
— Fidelity, says Audiffret, still holding out the cup. I inclined my head.
— Do take it, says Collignon — and give yours in exchange.
— What?
— But yes, Mademoiselle.
— Very well.
— And what does pink mean? asked Collignon.
— Yes, said the man.
— That is not to be said, one of us says.
— It means innocence, says my aunt.
— Yes, that's it, said Girofla — it is the best thing there is. I say nothing.
On my side love is impossible; on his side fidelity is difficult.
This evening he was to come to us, but his two aides-de-camp come alone — Saëtone and Galula.
De Mouzay, his daughter, and Lefèvre dined here.
The evening passes in conversation. I am not lively — I have no one.

Notes

The House of Worth — the most prestigious Parisian couturier of the era, founded by Charles Frederick Worth.
"Euax!" — from the Greek (variant of the Bacchic cry Evoe), an exclamation of joy — a display of Marie's classical education.