# Friday, 9 December 1876

Friday, 9 December 1876

I went to fetch Olga and, to make her pose properly, had to improvise fairy tales of a remarkable absurdity.
The General — my co-godparent — found us on my terrace, where Victor and I made quite a picture.
That evening they took me to the theatre to see Giroflé-Girofla, a historical piece. Only Mme Anitchkoff, who had gone ahead with Maman, brought all her children and was only with great difficulty talked out of bringing the cook’s as well. Instead of a box, it was a menagerie. Nevertheless I kept my temper.
Along with Giroflé-Girofla, a few words were said about Audiffret and by extension about Antonelli. You cannot imagine how reassured I am and how calm, having at last understood everything. And you shall see.
I always said no to him. That was perfect. Good.
Let us continue.
Everything was going admirably — and then I invented the corridor and the secret staircase! Anyone in his place would have taken advantage. It was up to me not to stoop to the vulgar flirtations that allowed him to suppose everything and dare a great deal. Having committed such grave errors I set about blaming everyone and everything.
Here is the truth.
Amen.
This does not prevent me from being furious at myself — and since he is the cause of that fury, furious at him too.
Amen.

Notes

Giroflé-Girofla — comic operetta by Charles Lecocq (1874), one of the great successes of the 1870s Paris stage. Marie’s description of it as a “pièce historique” is either ironic or a slip. ↩