Wednesday, 11 April 1877

Since four o’clock yesterday morning I have been made new; it is like a change in the weather. I sing as I dress, very happy with everything, and we go to the Fine Arts Exhibition, opened a few days ago by the King.
We run into Zunica, who takes us round. I am pale, and when a large painting reminds me of La Piccolellis, I grow nervous. I was ridiculous to make that sort of jealous scene! For after all, by what right? He had to respond to it and bring me back to my senses. Yes, that is it. So much the better! I have only myself to blame. He made me ashamed [word erased] repulsive. So much the better that it is my fault; I shall have nothing to reproach him with. But what a misfortune that he does not love me. He acted very foolishly; if he had not provoked me, I should have done nothing. Well, let us leave it; it is very well explained in these last sentences.
Melissano comes upon us on the Toledo, where we had stopped near a shop, still with Zunica.
Marcuard dines with us, and then Doenhoff; there is talk of the Mirafiores and the Larderels. Marcuard is all too charitable: he blackens Larderel as much as he can, telling stories of monstrous loans and of sharp dealings with moneylenders. Everyone knows that Larderel has been placed under legal guardianship, that he receives ten thousand a month and that the rest goes to pay his debts. Marcuard claims otherwise — that he pays nothing at all, that he cheats the moneylenders, that he has taken his mother to court and has not a penny.
Very well.
— When one has two million in debts, he says, one has made some sort of reputation, for elegance or for extravagance; one has had the finest horses, the finest mistresses — well, Larderel has always cut a poor figure in all of that.
This last point is partly true.
Demolish him, Marcuard, it will do you no good; you will always remain an illustrious descendant of William Tell — very steady, very tidy, very nice, a lover of porcelain, etc., etc.
Yes, I went too fast…
Oh! if he had loved me, it would be nothing…