Saturday, 19 May 1877

I went to swell the numbers at the Skating rink, very elegantly dressed. Dina was skating with Lise, and I watched them with Collignon. That was the entire attendance. Audiffret came in, looked all round at the empty benches and came and sat beside me. I am polite to him while continuing not to notice him, which he does not like at all in front of Laurenti and Sommier, and he leaves before they do.
Poor man, I feel like a queen with him, one hardly knows why.
Some kind souls came to warn Rosalie that we would leave her in the lurch and that she would do well to leave us; she came to tell me, all in tears, that she was going. I found out the reason — I do not know how, for she would not tell it — and having found it out, I called her a good-for-nothing and an idiot and told her she could go and serve whomever she liked from tomorrow on, that I had no need of a wretched hussy like her.
— What! You listen to people in the street and you dare to believe them in spite of what I say! Since I am satisfied with you, and you are satisfied with me — what the devil!
Reassured in this way, she stays, and brings me a letter from Little Charles which, among other things, asks her for news of me as always, where we are going and when, and then whether we have had any news of Monsieur the Count. One supposes the people at No. 19 want to know whether we are corresponding.
In the evening I had Alexandre’s coffin carried out into the garden and charmed the ears of the passers-by. Alexandre’s coffin is my mandoline case.
What I lacked was the ability to play an instrument like this one. The piano displeases me unless it is something fabulous.
I dreamt that Alexandre told me his mother had lived with Marcuard’s father.