Friday, 29 December 1876

Visconti. Painting.
I looked ravishing at the rink and was the best skater there.
I sing Aïda. The music intoxicates me, fills me with longing, drives me wild.
I wandered candle in hand through the empty rooms of the first floor, as I had done the other evening... I stopped in the great drawing room to sing Aïda when a gentleman was announced... It was only Simonetti, who spent the whole evening — during which I could not recover from the agitation caused by: a gentleman.