Tuesday, 16 November 1875

I went to bed at five o'clock this morning, and at two o'clock this afternoon I leave Nice with my aunt.
Coco, Antonoff, and Walitsky see us off. Antonoff with bonbons and bouquets.
At every moment I am ready to weep; if I spoke I would weep — so I do not speak.
— Would you like a pillow? my aunt asks me.
— No.
— Are you ill? my aunt asks again.
— No!
— But you are so pale!
— I am tired.
— You must be ill — what is hurting you?
— Everything!
Then, seeing she was going to make me speak again:
— Look, my aunt, do not stop me — I am composing.
— Ah!
— Yes — there is nothing like the rattling of a railway carriage for giving one ideas.
— Ah! Then that is another matter — very well, very well, I did not know.
And she leaves me to compose at my ease.
I am beginning to be known on the P.L.M. line — at Toulon they receive me like an old acquaintance, and at Marseille too.
I remember last time at Marseille I met Gioia.
We take a sleeping compartment and I sleep tolerably.
— Why, said my aunt, do the ushers, and the ticket-takers, and all the people of the Italian Opera bow to you so deeply?
— Because they recognize me, no doubt.
— No — they also recognize many others who have been subscribers far longer than you.
— Then I do not know why.
Then, after a silence:
— Why did Audiffret go so pale when Pasqua began to sing "Connais-tu le pays?"
— How could you see? As for me, I can never tell whether people go pale or flush.
— Yes, you — because you cannot see at a distance; but I can: he went white as a handkerchief, especially when she sang: C'est là que je voudrais vivre—etc.
— I saw nothing.
And why should he go pale — perhaps because he feared for the actress's voice?
The fact is that I am in a very wretched state. And the romance from Mignon makes me weep.

Notes

The Paris-Lyon-Méditerranée railway — Marie's regular route between Nice and Paris.
"C'est là que je voudrais vivre": "It is there I would like to live" — a line from the aria "Connais-tu le pays?".