Tuesday, 19 December 1876

Then I bring Collignon back to my rooms and we talk about my affairs... at length... and so it is that I want nothing but Rome. So, returning from the theatre where they were giving La Créole and where we had with us Bihovetz, Ricardo, and Lubimoff, I am decided. Proclamation. I must make use of my father for Rome while he is still here — Nice will come again. Once I am... how to put it?... established in Rome, I shall be able to go wherever I please and to meet M. Paul de Cassagnac again, since that would give me pleasure. Therefore, let us resolve what follows.
We write to Maman, to avoid explanations and... useless speeches, the following note: "Go to San Remo, or elsewhere, [where necessary in the end, and arrange for M. Bashkirteff to come with us to Rome. It is definitively decided.] I want nothing else. I give you five days. Marie." And now... My God, calm me.
Is it not a pity that so honourable a man as Bruschetti should displease me so greatly. I always recall with pleasure his noble words when, in response to his proposal, I told him he did not know me. Words to which I paid no attention at the time.
— Mademoiselle, he said, it is for you to make inquiries about me, for it is the husband who gives the woman her name and her standing. I love you, and that is enough for me.