Thursday, 11 November 1875

The cards have changed their tone. The Opera performance will be splendid for me — and what is curious is that the gentleman is occupied with me, at least so the cards say.
A terrible wind, abominable dust — my landau closed!
Fie! What an ugly city! Nice! Execration!
The Sapogenikoffs are at the Antonoffs’. I wish that marriage would take place.
For an hour I lay out the cards — each reading takes two minutes, so I have done thirty readings — and thirty times I have had thirty complete successes. My spirits rose as I went, and by the thirtieth time I was so confident and gay that I said nothing but Good heavens! and By Jove! — the Surprising One’s own oaths.
— I have an idea! Let us go to the theatre — they are giving a new piece!
I asked the cards whether I should go; they answered me with thirty successes. There was nothing to hesitate about.
I put on a dress of an uncertain, soft white, made of a supple, transparent fabric that can be stretched like the finest knitted wool — made to perfection. I put my corset beneath my chemise and the dress over it, gathered at the waist by a white sash knotted in front, and my waist is entirely natural, supple, as I have never seen it. Even my cruelest enemies will not contradict me.
I am not yet as rosy as I should be, because I am at present suffering from the discomfort that afflicts unfortunate women — but I am not ugly.
The house is full, but what a wretched crowd. Not a presentable face — nothing but locals; this year the season has not come.
Audiffret is in the shadows behind Mme Roissard — I sense him rather than see him. As for me, I take care not to hide myself; I am too fully myself this evening — the dress does nothing to spoil me; it merely covers me.
At the first intermission we have Pépino — pretty and presentable — but... Maman finds him charming; God bless him. Ah! if he were the Surprising One, I should have so much to say. But he is not the Surprising One.
The Surprising One leaves with Saëtone, in the middle of the performance.
Pépino gone, we have Galula — the detestable clerk!
No, I shall never be queen!
We ask Galula whether it is true that Audiffret is marrying the woman from Marseille — and so that it should not look... well, we also ask whether it is true that Mlle Lacroix is marrying a Lyon manufacturer, and whether it is true that Mlle Macainne has arrived.
The last piece of news turns out to be true — by chance.
There go my thirty successes! Why can one believe in nothing? I believed in the cards — I believe in them no longer!
All that expense of elegance and candour — for nothing! By Jove! How tedious life is!
Cursed Audiffret — all he has done is give me bad manners and oaths!
— I advise you, said my aunt this afternoon, to stop occupying yourself with and talking about that man.
— Why, Madame?
— I detest him; for some time I have been unable to stand the sight of him — he will no doubt cause me great vexation, for I cannot bear to look at him!
— But why no longer speak of him?
— Because he is a swine, an ill-mannered lout! Tell me — has it ever happened before that he does not come to the concert near the carriage! Before, he would wait there for hours, and the moment he saw us would come over and stay the whole time — and was everywhere we were, always at the promenade, at the baths, everywhere, everywhere!
There was nothing to say — I acknowledged the justice of the observation and fell silent.
It is none the less true that people believe me madly in love with him. They are wrong. I do not love him. I want him to love me — and I want it so intensely that I appear to love him. For I have done and continue to do a thousand mad things for this creature, and above all I have said and continue to say a great many.
Ah! Yes, I can say it with a sigh — this year has been the stormy year of my youth! By Jove!
I shall often be disappointed, for I build castles in the air out of nothing. No — not precisely nothing. There was enough there to build castles. Wretched man!
How pitiable women are! All the privileges belong to men — it is the man who looks first, the man who asks to be introduced, the man who approaches first, the man who invites to dance, the man who courts, the man who proposes!
Woman is like paper — good paper on which one writes whatever one wishes.
It is the very least that the poor, wretched woman should deceive this man as much as possible. It is her only privilege — and even then, before she deceives him once, he has deceived her ten times, a hundred times!
If I were queen, I would have all men assembled in a vast field, and have them cudgelled one after the other, then made to pass before me one by one after the operation.
When I have money of my own, I shall hire men to catch Audiffret in the street and thrash him soundly with sticks; the consul Patton too.
What a sweet thought!
God does not hear me! And yet I cannot doubt God! The urge often comes upon me, but I am quickly punished for it.
Fie! What an ugly thing life is!
No, I have no luck! There is nothing but the dogs!
I am going to lie down on the floor — it is calming.

Notes

In French in the original: Sapristi ! ↩
In French in the original: Bigre ! ↩