Wednesday, 20 March 1878

The comte Multedo, a general councillor, M. Philippini likewise a general councillor, and M. Goldsmid left their cards.
Monsieur Multedo made a good impression on me because we spoke Italian.
As for the rest — ah! really now, I think it is too amusing. You could not imagine a woman more torn between fear and the desire to see Paul de Cassagnac.
You will understand presently how this unmotivated and absurd fear can turn into superstitious panic. My mother said at table — they had just spoken Cassagnac's name — that she detested my lady's maid because whenever that girl made the acquaintance of any servant whatsoever, the simplest relations became strained and disagreeable.
Say it is idiotic, say it is posturing, say it is insane — but I swear to you that this dreadful tirade ended by filling me with fear, a fear... desperate.
No, I hope it will come to nothing; when that same terrible deputy was to come to dinner at number 71, I was equally afraid, and it passed.
Yes, but there were not those three visits then — my three visits, I may say. Ah! Berthe, ah! my dear girl. Before, I used to blame myself and overwhelm myself with reproaches and insults; I could not forget what I had done... This time it is not I, but it is someone — never mind who — Berthe, when I reason I do not want revenge, for whatever it might be it will not efface what has happened; but when I do not reason... it may come to pass that in a moment of mad anger I do
something foolish...
Heaven have mercy, let me no longer have this fear of being stupid in the presence of Cassagnac.
[Written across the page: 1880. And how I think of Cassagnac.]