Tuesday, 21 December 1875

What a dream! I saw Audiffret — as in the other dream in summer — our cheeks touching; then I saw my bare foot on the Surprising One's knee. It is a bad sign.
I was in town for a thousand things, for my rooms; after which I was with Maman and, instead of weeping, I laughed — begging to be taken to the Cercle, pressing my face against the wall, groaning, then turning round and bursting out laughing. Face to the wall and stamping one's foot on the floor — that is the Surprising One's manner; that is why it pleases me and why I do it.
I am almost pretty — and on the Promenade we see Audiffret. I felt ill at ease on seeing him; that business of yesterday was stupid.
In the evening — a great gathering, a great conversation. It is decided to go to Rome, and then, if in Rome there is nothing, to my father's — for it must be settled. I insist, I demand it, I can bear no more.
It goes without saying that I wait and above all desire that invitation — and it goes without saying also that I do not receive it. At ten o'clock I leave our gathering. One had talked enough of everything and of Audiffret in particular; his conduct had been analysed from the beginning — and my aunt said it would have been right to refuse his acquaintance from the start.
"And now," cried Dina, "Marie would want to know him and we could no longer do so!"
"Ah ha!" said my aunt. "A hundred times more easily — and how interested he would be, and how he would run, and how, without being asked, he would bring every invitation in the world."
And how right I think my aunt is. But what has been done is done. Could one have foreseen it?
But is it not a duty to send an invitation to this club — he who is a member, who knows us!
Ah! my God — let us leave all that; I cannot write tonight; I understand nothing.