Saturday, 3 June 1876

Just now, coming out of my dressing room, I frightened myself superstitiously. I saw beside me a woman dressed in a long white robe, holding a light in her hand and looking with her head slightly inclined, an expression at once plaintive and smiling — like those unhappy ghosts of German legend. Do not be alarmed: it was only myself reflected in a mirror. I would like to become an actress; without meaning to, I strike attitudes admirably, and I can assume every manner and nuance imaginable.
Bihovetz spent the evening with us. I told the story of Pompeii. Then... then always the same thing. Scarcely back in my room — my mind having been protected for a moment by the presence of a stranger — I was again assailed by all those agonizing thoughts that never leave me. My heart swelled, and, wretched and annihilated, I lay down on the floor like a dog.
My God, I no longer ask what I have done. I beg only that you forgive me and save me.
Oh! I am afraid, afraid that some physical illness will result from all this moral torment.
Ah! God, God in your anger, forgive the wrong I may have done, willingly or unwillingly.
Forgive me, end my martyrdom!
Why does everything turn against me!
Oh, society's contempt was already a great sorrow — why must it be compounded by a personal one!
Forgive me for weeping; there are people more unhappy than I, there are wretches who lack bread while I sleep in a bed of satin and lace, who tear their bare feet on the cobblestones while I walk on velvet carpets, who have only the sky for a roof while I have above my head a ceiling of blue satin!
Perhaps it is for my tears that you punish me, good God! Then make it so that I weep no more!
To all that I already suffered comes now a personal affront, a wound to my pride and my soul!
— Count Antonelli had asked for her hand, but he changed his mind and withdrew.
See how good impulses are rewarded! Instead of playing the coquette I was straightforward and simple — I was afraid of wounding a loving heart. God would punish me for that, I thought. Oh! if you knew what feeling of profound despair seizes my whole being, what inexpressible sadness, when I look around me — everything I touch vanishes, crumbles away.
From the moment I came to the age of reason, the Evil One no doubt breathed into my heart ambition, the love of noisy pleasures, and the conviction of inevitable happiness. Oh, if you only knew!

Notes

cabinet de toilette: dressing room or private bathroom — not to be confused with "toilet."
je pose: I pose, I strike attitudes — a theatrical self-awareness Marie returns to frequently.
dès que j'ai eu connaissance de la raison: from the moment I attained the age of reason — a Catholic concept marking the beginning of moral awareness, typically around age seven.
le Malin Esprit: the Evil One, the Devil — religious personification of temptation.