They began putting me to sleep as well, just to see. The mesmerist held my hands, pressing his thumbs into my palms and gazing at me fixedly. After a...
Berthe is garrulous and stupid, though worldly-wise and occasionally amusing. The Comte d'Abzac is in the drawing room; I have lowered the blind and...
Tired — and I shall have to redo my morning drawing.
I called Fortuné and asked him what it was.
What luck that I did not fall asleep! Once the gentlemen are gone, we set about recounting any number of more or less risqué things — women among...
I was dressed in an original and charming fashion; my hair was done as well as possible.
I regret that Cassagnac does not occupy himself with me more. It seems to me that I occupy myself with him so much because this detestable family...
This lie, like all lies, revolted me — all the more so since, I must say to the credit of the human race, those whom I had defended in the affair of...
We went to the Italiens, and he did not come —
I showed her a letter from Cassagnac, carefully wrapped so that she might touch the cards to it and tell me... she said foolish things. This man...
That blue flannel and that red braid.
Yesterday we dined at the Boyds'. I wore the same outfit as last Sunday, in case Popaul should come in the evening.
First they bought us champagne, and then at around six o'clock we sent them to the Café Anglais with a rendezvous in ten minutes. They put us in a...
Add to that that Breslau and Schaeppi have begun painting my feet, and it is not going as I wish. I could burst into tears over nothing.
Berthe was with me when I received the following telegram.
Arrived at Menton where I had gone to see my brother, who is gravely ill, I found your kind lines and, not wishing to keep you waiting, telegraphed...
— The news of my supposed marriage is the most absurd thing in the world. It is as though one were to marry me to the late Holy Father. This M. des...
It is nine o'clock in the evening; I have stopped playing the harp to write something about Florence, where I have left my family — and above all my...
The doctor and Blanc said such persuasive things that they were harsh for it. As for me — after weeping, imploring,
I go to the atelier nonetheless; only at lunch and dinner, instead of quarrels, we recount the news from Russia.
Berthe in the evening.
M. de Beaurepaire came with all his stupid arrogance, affecting to treat me like a little ignorant, a foreigner. I affected to treat him like a...
Don Carlos, Paul de Cassagnac, and the mandarins I eat all day long — dry and too sweet — all of this stupefies me, not to mention the commotion that...
Needless to say, the lieutenant-colonel was acquitted by a unanimous vote.
Etienne wants me to do his portrait. I am doing it in the afternoon, and consequently go to the atelier only in the morning and evening. And already...
Imagine — I open the door into the dining room and have just time to see that... Georges slip away, hiding himself in grandfather's room at the sight...
^7^ [Undated] [To M. F. de Marcuard] Someone has just stolen my white dog, Pincio — the one you saw at our house. It is horrible. I believe he has...
Very well. In the meantime Blanc and these ladies come to dinner, and in the evening we go as arranged to the Folies-dramatiques. Two stage boxes...
I try to turn her head with Cassagnac's supposed love for her. She amuses me. There was only she and M. d'Alt.
And then I was bored, as every Sunday — rather more disagreeably perhaps, for I was afraid Cassagnac might not come. That would have been a vexation...
This evening I suddenly invented a charming scheme that will
Madame de Fayet spent at least an hour with us after my guitar lesson. We amused ourselves like two madwomen — I had her jumping to the ceiling. She...
I speak of this to you because I have the idea that you follow with interest this gentleman's appearances in my story. And of what else should I...
Charitable souls, remember Popaul, and in his honor perform a little spiritualism. Call me up and let me speak — I who love life and the living so...
— [Saturday, 16 March 1878] Traitor — what will Victorine say? I run to put her off, but I doubt she will keep until next Saturday.