Friday, 25 January 1878

It appears that after washing my face in front of Cassagnac and the others, I told him to wash his as well. It is Dina who assures me of this. You know that with just a few passes he cured her migraine.
Berthe says her English arm does not want to take her to the Opéra. Very well — I know now that she is going there with him. I know my Boyds.
Cassagnac has a bedroom in red figured velvet, lit by four lamps fixed to the walls, and a Christ at the head of the bed that for a moment I had taken for a portrait.
The ceiling represents an... allegory. A Cupid abandoning several pretty women and making his way toward the Eagle. I am sure — recalling various things — that we spoiled several effects for the great man. The... the only thing that vexes me is that we should have left him a bad impression.
This way of looking at women as little things that amuse one revolts me — I am even annoyed to say it; if no one remarked such people, Cassagnac would pose in vain; one ought to pretend not to notice his Balsamo airs! If he has them, surely something gave them to him?...
I do not want Cassagnac to become my occupation — in the bad sense of the word — and he will not, because if he looks at women as an old man looks at amusing children... occasionally taking part in those amusements while the children swoon with joy — I, on the other hand, regard men and women — or rather do not regard them — except as a mass that is necessary given the way the world is organised: necessary... in order to have an audience before which to be something. I am nothing.
How fine it is at Cassagnac’s! But I detest him because I am envious of his adventures, his successes, his follies. I should like to be someone — a man — with manners like Cassagnac’s... in a word, everything that is charming in a man is displeasing in a woman.
Just imagine if a woman, opening a drawer, were to pull out a tortoiseshell boot-sole and measure it against that of the gentleman calling upon her! That a man should have a cupboard full of women’s gloves, handkerchiefs, locks of hair — that is all very well; but that a woman should show you the keepsakes of the men she has loved — why, it would be almost disgusting if one had the slightest illusion about the nymph.
Cassagnac measured the sole against my foot. But I hasten to add that he did not even hint at the existence of the handkerchiefs, locks of hair, gloves, etc., which I cited as the first example that came to hand.
I was vexed because he kissed the hand of Dina and of Berthe — with the latter it was the arm rather than the hand — but always with that dignified, paternal air that seems to say: oh, Madame, be reassured.

Notes

The eagle was the emblem of the Napoleonic Empire. ↩