Wednesday, 20 March 1878

Count 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. Madame 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 has filled me to the brim with fear, and such a fear... a desperate one.
No, I hope it will come to nothing; when that same terrible deputy was to come to dinner at number 71, I was just as afraid, and it passed off.
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 happen 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.