Tuesday, 23 May 1876

Yet I should like to settle one thing for myself. Do I love him or do I not? I have built up such a notion of grandeur and wealth that Pietro strikes me as a very small lord indeed. Oh! Hamilton!
After all, why should I not make a love match? What an idea! I am burning to change my way of life, and it is that desire which pushes me to accept Antonelli. My life as it is is atrocious, and I know it would take a miracle to change it; I am weary of it, very weary, and I would find it desperately hard to refuse to change it and resign myself to waiting still longer.
Wait for what? A millionaire prince? A Hamilton? And if nothing comes?
I try to persuade myself that Antonelli is very chic, but that seeing him too closely he seems less than he is.
What a melancholy day. I have begun the portrait of Collignon, against a background of sky-blue satin drapery. It is all roughed in and I am truly pleased with myself and with my model, for she poses very well.
I know perfectly well that Antonelli cannot yet write for the reason I have given, and yet I am anxious. This evening I love him.
I am ashamed, for I think it is a love that is entirely… physical. Should I do well to accept him? As long as there is love it will be all very well — but afterwards? I greatly fear that mediocrity will make me beside myself with rage. I reason and deliberate as if I were mistress of the situation! Oh! The wretchedness of it! To wait. Wait for what? And if nothing comes! Bah! With my face, one finds someone. Proof being that I am barely seventeen and have already been in a position to become a countess twice — and a half. I say half for Pietro*. Let us suppose I find him acceptable and accept him — but there will then be a year of waiting, and, what is worse, of uncertainties and fears of every kind.
I did not go out; I spent my time with my family and my dogs. Should one take reality, or wait for clouds? I refused the first two only because I detested them. This third is the first who is not odious to me, and I am already prepared to accept him! Yes, I — but they, the priests?
Here is a new fear. My God, help me as you always have, and be good to me!
I have so much to say and cannot say it. But you understand it all, do you not? The hesitations, the hopes, the fears, the desires, the despairs, and the mad surges of hope and joy without cause? You understand everything I wish to say — you understand my situation.
Besides, what I cannot say this evening I shall say tomorrow or one of these days, for my thoughts are always the same.

Notes

"Un amour tout… corporel": a love that is entirely physical — Marie's ellipsis in the original suggests embarrassment at admitting physical attraction. Frank sexual self-analysis of this kind is rare in diaries of the period.
"Les prêtres": the clerical Antonelli family network. Pietro's uncle was Cardinal Giacomo Antonelli (1806–1876), Vatican Secretary of State under Pius IX — one of the most powerful men in the Catholic Church.