Wednesday, 26 September 1877

"That the queen of the violets is here, I have no doubt. But when shall I be admitted into her kingdom???"
It is to me — truly to me — that Larderei wrote this at the very moment of his arrival in Naples.
And then... Ah! it is too long a story and you know as well as I do about that absurd dégringolade.
... Well then!
The dresses do not fit and it vexes me!
We were at the famous card-reader Edmond's. He was exiled for a prediction concerning the Emperor, and in a word, he is the serious one among his kind.
He read my cards, calculated, combined, pondered, and ended by declaring that he could make nothing out, that it was all chaos. A curious detail: he accepted no money.
As we were dining at the restaurant, Soria came in; we dined together, after which we moved into the drawing room where there was no one else. Soria sang, I played the mandolin, and so it went until ten o'clock in the evening. The gentleman does not precisely have the manners of the grand century, but he sings so beautifully, and besides, they say he is so handsome. In any case it is pleasant to make music with him.
I do not know where to go — since [word cancelled] one has accepted Rome without alteration, it is insupportable! I used to think Rome, as before, impossible, and there was that advantage that we would stay in Paris without hesitation. And now...
What would keep me here is the Atelier Julian and also the possibility (?) of attending the presidential balls. Whereas there, there are no balls on the horizon.
I should like to be at the carnivals of Rome, Naples and Milan. Milan comes after the others, but Rome and Naples at the same time. How is one to manage?
I think the wisest course would be to remain in Paris awaiting something for Rome; if that something did not materialize, we should go to Italy only for the Carnival, and to Naples where we have friends. That is the wisest course, the only possible one. One must settle on it. In Naples one can establish connections.