Monday, 14 February 1876

Today is the great day — today Vigier sings in Faust. Today the Cercle de la Méditerranée is in all its splendour.
Monsieur d'Épinay called on us yesterday, [words blacked out: when we] were out.
When Lola and her mother leave, it will be very sad — they are merry, and when they are here we do not have time to become funereal.
But listen! "A love story as fabulous as it is true." Galula came this evening as usual; and since Maman had sent Fortuné to buy paper, Galula stopped Fortuné and spoke to him — not once but several times. We laughed so hard at the things the black devil reported that I could not follow a word and laughed like a mad woman.
At last I called my servant and ordered him to relate everything from the beginning; and here is the account — which, though not quite so classical as Théramène's narrative, is no less interesting, seasoned with a Nice accent that has its own charm.
"I went downstairs to fetch the paper, and that gentleman spoke to me. He said to me, is it here that these ladies live, so I said yes. Then he said that if they would like to visit his villa he would send them a coupé or a landau, whichever they preferred.
Then I said you didn't know him, then he said you did know him, the mother of those young ladies knows me, and we meet every day at the Villa Borghese and the Pincio. So I talked to him until he gave me his card.
Then I brought it up to you and went back down and he spoke to me again, then I told him that the ladies had forbidden me to speak to anyone and then he said: I'm going home to write a letter, and in half an hour I'll return and you'll come down to fetch it; then I told him I couldn't be going downstairs at every moment, so he said, have the ladies let down a thread to which I'll tie my letter and they can pull it up to the balcony. Do these ladies have any thread? So I told him again that you didn't know him, then he said, I've asked the coachman and he doesn't know either, but have these ladies tell me through whom I might be introduced to them and I'll go and find that person. So I told him nothing, then he said it was on account of the young lady who was at the Villa Borghese yesterday in black with her hair down (that was Dina); then he said, ask them if they would like to visit his villa, he'll have company there and will take them round, and if they prefer he will send his carriage."
You should have seen Fortuné's face: hands folded behind his back, one foot forward, his mouth open to his ears, and those roguish, laughing eyes of his — like the greatest rascal in the world.
You see, this Galula who seemed so resigned has found himself a messenger — but I am wrong to call him Galula: his name is Eusebio Troili. So Monsieur Eusebio Troili has chosen Fortuné to play the role of go-between.
It is thoroughly Spanish — and we laugh so hard that Lola very nearly faints for a few minutes. A true Rosine romance. At first I was annoyed; I found it impertinent. But seeing the pleasure it gave Dina and her mother, I forgot my irritation and joined the chorus of joyful schemes and amusing jokes.
Dina blushed like a peony over it. This will give her those triumphant, provoking airs of hers — and look at me! and perhaps even more so than you! etc. etc. She is so disagreeable when she puts on those airs. This gentleman has a villa, he doubtless has a fortune — God, if he were to marry Dina! There is nothing I desire more!
And just now gowns have arrived from Worth, and hers is covered all over in white flowers like orange blossoms.
It was terribly amusing this evening! No, but can you imagine — this gentleman who says: I tried everything, I even spoke to the coachman!
And when Fortuné told him for the tenth time that these ladies did not know him, he replied: Yes, they do know me — I am the gentleman who always walks near their landau.
What adorable naivety! Is this the fashion in Italy? But this makes me think that Signor Eusebio is not a great gentleman — and Soroka is not either! Alas!
At last — Dina is delighted, and she retires at eleven o'clock, resting on her laurels. God! If Eusebio were really a match for her!
My uncle Nicolas, the youngest of Grand-papa's sons, writes to Maman — he has seen Paul with young Miloradovitch, [words blacked out: and Madame,] Madame Froloff, a relative of the Miloradoviches, and two random Galulas besides. Paul and Miloradovitch are on first-name terms and the best of friends.
Maman is filled with joy, and the conversation did nothing but circle around the Miloradoviches until the Troili incident.
Paul has his hunting, his dogs, his huntsman.
Bigre, I want to go to Russia — I have wanted it for three years. When will the time come to leave this cursed and eternal city!
If truth be told, I was very afraid that Domenica and Dina might think me a little jealous of Troili — that fear is what made me laugh and shriek so. If they only knew how far from me such jealousy is!
To Russia, to Russia! When?
I have written a letter to Monsieur Bœuf on behalf of the Surprising One, inviting him to call tomorrow at two o'clock on a matter of important communications. I would dearly like to know who this Bœuf is — Audiffret will be astonished to receive his visit.
It is almost midnight. The Cercle performance is not yet over. (Here falls an immense sigh.)
We have ordered the dominos. I cannot remember now... I had something to say...
Poor Paul — does he not know, or does he not want to know, that his father is ruining himself? That of the magnificent fortune he once had, only one estate, Gavronzi, remains.
I have nothing left now but a slight hoarseness and a cough; I can speak and even hum. Mignon — Nice and Mignon, both of which I adore!
It is painting that keeps me here! I have sketched a third study — another woman in ciociara costume, a magnificent face of thirty-seven. Unfortunately she is otherwise engaged, so I shall go back to Rosa, whose face is not yet finished, while that one — the beauty named Stella — will not be able to pose until the beginning of March. I shall thus have time to take on one more between Rosa and Stella. But it is not interesting.
I have had a great craving to smoke for three days now.
Ah! I long for Nice, my apartment, and good cigarettes.
God, if only the affair could end quickly — I would return to Nice at once, I would arrange the opera box as I have described before, and I would stay in Nice with happiness! I hate change, and all things considered, I seek only calm, a good social life — that is all I ask. As for fame, it comes of itself when one has a good position and, besides that, intelligence, talents, a little beauty, and a great deal of ambition.
See how near I seem to be to the summit of my desires! And yet I am afraid, I tremble, I pray to God, and I hold my tongue for fear of calling down misfortune.
God, who has been so good to me — God will protect me. I hope so. Oh! but I am so uncertain; I feel so wretched, so humble, that I could weep for myself.

Notes

le diable noir (the black devil): Marie's affectionate nickname for Fortuné, the family's Black servant.
Théramène's narrative speech in Racine's Phèdre (Act V, scene 6) is the most celebrated set piece in French classical theatre.
Rosine: the heroine of Beaumarchais' Le Barbier de Séville (1775), whose suitor Count Almaviva woos her through her servant and by means of the balcony — the exact parallel to Troili's approach.
The House of Worth, founded by Charles Frederick Worth in Paris, was the most prestigious couturier of the era.
A domino was a full-length masquerade costume with a hood, worn at carnival balls.
Mignon: opera by Ambroise Thomas (1866), based on Goethe's Wilhelm Meister. Marie had been learning arias from it.
Ciociara: peasant women from the Ciociaria region south of Rome, fashionable subjects for painters in this period.