Sunday, 3 February 1878

At five twenty they announce Popaul. I am in a dark humour and declare upon entering that I shall not converse, and that no one is to count on me.
Cassagnac wishes to leave and says that it is difficult for him to dine with us this evening.
— If it is difficult for you, then do not — I trust you will not stand on ceremony with us.
— Certainly not. I have a dinner at my father’s, where there will be people from my part of the country.
— Go then — go, good evening. I shall not be amiable this evening; besides, it will make a change for you — women say such charming things to you.
— Listen, my dear little friend... I wish to dine here — but I must go and change; my frock coat is uncomfortable.
— If that is all, you may take it off. I lend you my room, my lady’s maid, and my dressing gown.
My room, my lady’s maid, and my dressing gown give rise to a wager or a promise that I made without understanding a word of it, and which for the moment has no importance.
— In that case, my dear little friend — when your mother comes in, insist that I stay; otherwise it would look rather odd.
— I shall insist.
Pierre has sprained his foot; Triphon is tipsy; there is only Chocolat. Grandfather, who at every moment requires attention, would be left alone if all our ladies did not leave the drawing room ten times over; during these tête-à-têtes we spoke of the five women. Cassagnac is of my opinion — and had it not been for him the situation would have been false, strained, and detestable; and indeed it was, in spite of him.
He kisses my hand several times — in friendship, of course.