Tuesday, 11 July 1876

One cannot imagine a being more unhappy than I was today. I was as if in a fog, which did not prevent me from having a long discussion with Rémy about monarchy, entailed estates, the organisation of kingdoms and republics, the causes of nations’ prosperity, etc. Rémy poses as a man, dresses with the greatest care, talks like the “young men of society” while disdaining them, and professes a seriousness about study and excellent principles, which do him credit, for in this he is not affected. His father has brought him up perfectly, and Rémy will be a man.
At three o’clock our carriage was brought round — the new one. And Vigier watched us, with the eyes of a satisfied good father, step into this handsome equipage. I very much wanted to be seen by la Prodgers and the Durands. Rémy voiced that wish out loud!
“How I should like,” he said, “to meet Lucie Durand!”
After Laferrière we drove in the Bois. I was mute and stupid; add to that state the fear of looking ugly, the fear of being taken for a cocotte! That one always comes to me in my moments of utter dejection. It is a horrible anxiety. I came home in despair and, when after dinner my aunt went out alone, I shut myself in and, throwing myself on my knees, began to pray with all my soul, kissing the cross of my rosary and asking myself and asking God to calm me, to let me see what I want, to have a present aim, something to desire, something right now, to get out of this state, to be myself. I asked myself whether it was not this useless and stupid love; I thought that I would not only love but adore on my knees whoever pulled me out of where I am!
So he does not love me, then, this Antonelli!
Collignon said that he loved me... I want to make sure of it! I want to telegraph him [words crossed out] and my dignity? Oh! I would look as if I cared, as if I were begging — and he will not come. I am ashamed and I am afraid. Let us wait until tomorrow.