Sunday, 15 July 1877

[Continuation of the fantasy of 14 July]
- I have already explained this to you, Alexandre, what I have permitted you is too much, it is wrong... but never mind... these caresses lower me in your esteem in spite of yourself, but... I love you so much! But a kiss on the mouth is complete surrender, it is the supreme moment; it is the last word of love... [Crossed out: and I would feel tarnished if I gave it even to you before being your wife] It is the most precious thing [Crossed out: that I have] that one has in the world... and I would feel tarnished if I gave it even to you before being your wife...
Another six months of mourning. He must leave tomorrow! At every parting I feel I am dying. And as long as he is not near me I tremble lest I lose him. As he was reproaching me for forgetting him during his absences, I felt myself stifled with happiness; with a movement I make, he discovers on my neck the gold chain on which I wore my husband's portrait.
- Ah! you still have it on you, he cries! with such an expression that I have only the strength to tear open the clasp of my dress and show him the medallion, his portrait, without thinking that I am baring my chest. He stands motionless for a moment in surprise, overjoyed to see his own portrait and also because... I am very beautiful... and then all at once with a movement full of respect and adoration he covers me with a crêpe shawl that had slipped from my shoulders.
I love him.
More than three months still! He finds me in tears.
- I have debts. I hate money, I always need it, it is dreadful!
He seems so happy to see me in this state!
Why!
Two more months! Two months! every day I wake with the fear of some catastrophe... I am too happy!
There is talk of our marriage. The Prussian prince is courting a Dutch heiress and is saying that I was his mistress. It is the ring of Polycrates.
For three days I have been in Florence, Blanche came to fetch me from Paris. The Countess de Larderei received us at the station. Maman and my aunt are to arrive. Dina is to have a child. Walitsky is also coming with Grand-papa.
I am more and more terrified of my happiness, it seems to me that I am dreaming and I am absolutely petrified of waking!
Today Alexandre fell with his horse into a ditch... Our happiness is decidedly too extraordinary! he is not even injured.
Is it possible! It is in four days!! Now I cannot believe that we have waited so long!
Alexandre says that I owe him a great deal of happiness for what he has suffered. Suffered! Was he not happy!... and what about me?
- If you were not sublime, you would be ridiculous, he tells me.
- Why?
- At what point do you touch the earth at all?
- Were you not just like me?
- Compelled by you, yes, my emperor!
And we laugh like two lunatics.
Marcuard has brought himself to offer me a bouquet. What memories of our correspondence, of the young harpist.
Rosalie wakes me at nine o'clock; I am put into a white damask dress with a pearl-embroidered bodice and nothing in my hair but a veil of Venetian point lace that gives me the air of a medieval Venetian, with my gown whose fabric Worth unearthed from some treasure I know not where. I am as if in a dream, from which I am jolted by a wretched clause in the marriage contract!
Alexandre settles five hundred thousand francs a year on me and reserves only a hundred thousand for himself. I protest and see to my surprise that the countess does not support me. The notary is dumbfounded, the reading is interrupted.
Alexandre asks to have a word with me.
- Listen, dear friend..., he says dryly — that dear friend surprises and wounds me.
- If you do not consent, he continues, I am obliged to tell you that I will not sign. My mother approves this contract, do not try to refuse. You know me and my family knows me as well. So you want our ruin!
It is so extraordinary that I do not know what to think.
After an hour of discussions, which all the guests admire, I manage to reduce my income by a hundred thousand francs. He will thus have two hundred thousand. The countess embraces me and repeats that I am wrong; she assures me that I must watch over this fortune and over its sole proprietor and last representative of the family.
This brusqueness of Alexandre's is nothing but supreme delicacy, of which I confess to my shame I did not think him capable.
We have signed! My God, have mercy on me and having allowed me a glimpse of superhuman bliss, do not punish me for wanting to scale the heavens!
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Yes, all that is over there, in the moon. Yes, over there I was dying [Crossed out: of love] for Alexandre and I find frantic despairs over his wound, celestial joys, swoons of love, words cut short... it is no longer me. And here I am in perfectly good health.
What a joke that was!
I tell stories badly, but I invent them well. Besides, how can I tell properly about things that do not concern me.
Gloriae Cupiditate
Book the 73rd
from Sunday, 15 July 1877 to Sunday, 19 August 1877. Paris, boulevard Haussmann 29.
Yesterday I began drawing again; my travelling studio is set up.
Yesterday my aunt and I were talking of Marcuard and Dina. I do not know whether I have kept you informed of this strange courtship. Marcuard has not stopped coming to visit us while becoming quite cold, just barely polite enough, with Dina. This is due, as Maman and I believe, to her having behaved very stupidly toward him. Sometimes she would let him kiss her hand in every convenient corner, and sometimes she would flirt with all those little young men and not address a word to him. These tricks sometimes work, but very rarely with men who are serious, practical, Swiss, and who have ideas about marriage.
I suppose he did have them; otherwise his conduct would be altogether too impertinent. He said nothing sweet, but conducted himself as an honourable man who loves a girl and does not conceal his intentions. Dina did not have the proper manner; you can easily imagine what it is like when a person who is naturally heavy tries to play light. In any case it is a very great disappointment for us all, for which Maman has greatly reproached Dina.
I have just returned from the Madeleine, where I went with the baroness to see the fashionable women. But I was cheated on that count.
I was wearing a white cotton dress, cinched at the waist by an Egyptian braid. White kid shoes. A straw hat with a white crêpe scarf and a bunch of lily of the valley. A large, entirely plain, very flat white parasol. It was impossible to be simpler.

Notes

The Ring of Polycrates: in Greek legend, the tyrant of Samos enjoyed such extraordinary luck that he threw his ring into the sea to appease the gods — but a fish returned it. Marie uses the allusion as a warning against too much happiness.
Latin: "With desire for glory." Marie's motto for her journals.