Thursday, 16 August 1877

So that is what the learned Church of Rome can do for me! All the same, Rossi is rather stupid; he could have given me news of those I inquired after, and of others as well.
At nine in the morning Hall literally dragged me out on horseback, but as we were given animals with hard mouths — hard as Alexandre’s heart towards me — the ride lasted no more than twenty minutes.
But now I learn “something new and atrocious,” like the monks of Cimiez.
The Baron de Mertens is paying court to Hall — seriously. He touched her knee at table yesterday, and at night, as she was about to enter her room, he was waiting at her door, took her in his arms, and kissed her on the cheek. He was in his dressing gown! The little one told me of it:
— Because it is so awful; and you are my friend, and it is so much better to have some one to whom tell such a dreadful insult.
As it has nothing to do with me, like an old grandmother I naturally take a lively interest in the matter. Rosalie had already given me to understand that Hall had a detestable reputation because of this and that and the other, from which it follows clear as day that the baron is her lover. I laughed till I nearly burst, and having gathered almost immediately various pieces of information about the baroness — before her second marriage, etc. — I set about painting Antoinette while giving advice to Hall, who did not leave me all day. How fine this work is... and the gossip! No, the poor child! I spoke to her quite bluntly, but as I did it for her good she did not take offence and told me that people never understood me at first; that they took me for a flirt, a frivolous, empty girl, concerned with herself and her dresses, but that... etc. etc... Many thanks.
The baron has written to ask forgiveness! “That old piece of furniture!” as Rosalie says — “that old piece of furniture, what is he thinking!” Poor child, she was so imprudent — but who in the world could have foreseen it!
Just think — he told her to open her door to him at night.
I painted until seven in the evening; how I detest these barons! Fie, what a nasty place... how could I have taken lodgings here? And that horrible old man — it is monstrous.
The little one seems to love me, to listen to me, to find me sensible, and I am proud and almost touched.
Porcinari writes to Maman from Aix-les-Bains.
I went to her room, and twenty minutes later I did as Alexandre used to do when he wanted people to think he had gone out — you see I am full of historical reminiscences this evening — she gave me a pillow and I settled myself under the table.
We hoped the old beanpole would try to come in. Oh, we did everything to bring it about: Hall coughed, blew her nose, opened and shut the drawers, whistled, sang, sighed, to show that there was no one with her.
Then she began to cock an old Damascus weapon. Pincio thought it was an attempt on my person and flew into a fury. We staged a return, a departure, everything in short, but as nothing had come of it by half past eleven, I planted myself before Don Alphonse’s door and struck up the finest charivari ever performed with a single instrument, two women and a dog, all howling in rare harmony.
I laughed as I used to with the Sapogenikoffs, only I felt so old! Like a grandmother laughing with her children.
While I was lying under the table I thought of Alexandre. And now a book brings back to me Antonelli’s burning words. And the articles in the Figaro, and the speech what Cassagnac says in Le Pays about yesterday, make me miss Cassagnac sorely.
Indeed, it is absurd. Like everything in my life.
Good night, and the devil take you.
I shall enter Rome only on foot. I shall go to Rome on foot, to be worthy of her.
I do not know how to “banter” about art, antiquity, memories — about Rome, in short — but I understand her, since I bow down before her and adore her!

Notes

Marie quotes herself: «nous avons appris du nouveau et de l’atroce !» is from the prank letter she wrote on 15 January 1876 in the name of the Franciscan monks of Cimiez, above Nice (see 15 January 1876). ↩
In English in the original. ↩
In Italian in the original: Tante grazie. ↩