Tuesday, 19 March 1878

Dina and I dine at the Boyds'. Besides ourselves there were MM. d'Andigné, Clapp or Clack, Philippini and Multedo. The latter is the son of the Marquis de Multedo, a Corsican and Bonapartist. Rather a handsome man, fair-haired, fairly elegant and not stupid. In the evening there is yet another lady who sings, and four gentlemen: Goldsmid, M. de Morgan, M. de Plancy (son of the famous gambling baron and of the baroness famous for her relations with Prince Jérôme) and a Swede. Berthe, who is somewhat like Mme Sapogenikoff, believes that M. de Multedo has asked for her hand in marriage several times, so that her pretty sheep's face could only appear vexed on seeing this gentleman pay me the most assiduous court.
He spoke of everything in that passionate Italian way, and
ardent that cannot fail to please any woman. And then a way of throwing his head back that puts one in mind of Cassagnac.
The Swede knows Mme Boje. Besides, on Sunday I shall go to the Swedish church to find out whether Mme Boje is the fair-haired woman from the church of Saint-Augustin on the fifteenth of August.
I believe I was very much the centre of attention; I believe also that the other women were displeased. As for M. de Multedo, he did not leave my side.
They went to fetch my mandolin. I was nervous and played badly. But I believe I was pretty.
Maman came in the evening, so that several gentlemen were presented to her.