Wednesday, 12 December 1877

At one o'clock the priest and deacon came and administered the last sacraments to Grand-papa. Maman wept and prayed aloud. Afterward... I went to have lunch — such is the animal that is necessarily present in every human being. All this illness changes nothing in my habitual existence. Is it because I am heartless, or because I am calm and rational?... In truth it is not a great grief to me; he touches me only through those around me.
I went to the famous palm-reader Desbarolles, with Rosalie, and modestly dressed. He took me for a working woman and told me platitudes for three-quarters of an hour — for my twenty francs. The wretch!
What a pity because of tomorrow — tomorrow is when Prince Philippe de Bourbon is to be introduced. It is annoying... very annoying... no doubt to punish my insensibility... if insensibility there is, for Grand-papa does cause me pain, much pain, when I look at him in the state he is in — he who so recently still... Well, God's will be done... Why?... Perhaps... God does not will what is happening... but then who does will it?
Hey! Hey! Bijou of my soul, you are talking nonsense.
Georges takes advantage of the fact that at present one can say nothing to him nor put him out, to indulge in the most monstrous rages. He is frenzied with drink... I prefer not to speak of it, for it drives me mad with anger.
Plevna is taken, and in general Russian affairs go better since I have been praying to God for them every evening.

Notes

Adolphe Desbarolles (1801–1886), a celebrated Parisian chiromancer (palm-reader) whose salon was fashionable in the 1860s–70s. Marie went incognito.
The fortress of Plevna (Pleven, Bulgaria) fell to Russian forces on 10 December 1877 after a siege of five months, a major turning point in the Russo-Turkish War of 1877–78.