Wednesday, 27 March 1878

It is barely four days since I wrote to Marcuard; here is his reply.
^2^ Florence
[Sunday, 24 March 1878]
But it is dreadful, this misfortune that has befallen you, and believe that I deplore with you the loss of young Pincio, the more so because you will certainly find him again only in the form of a rabbit stew or a fur muff.
It is not, however, an irreparable misfortune. Pincio was, for his breed, of only very average beauty, and his character left something to be desired at times. Console yourself, therefore, and replace him with the original on the letterhead of your correspondence — that is a pretty pug! Italy is gloomy; there has been a very noticeable return of cold, and the splendid weather we had has quite spoiled. The theatres and receptions do not exist; the Skating rink has quite fallen off, and I have nothing but the Club and interminable games of billiards and bézigue to pass the time. Not the slightest little salon courtship —
Alexandre won first prize in the gentlemen-riders race at Rome and is expected back within a few days. Melissano is still here; he has some success with the young ladies between 35 and 60.
There is talk of a marriage scheme for Alexandre, but in my opinion the young person shows little eagerness — she is not pretty, but sufficiently rich to rescue our young friend from the rather embarrassed position in which he finds himself. I bought the other day three first-rate paintings... and I regret
^2^ Ibid, p. 229-230
very much not being able to show them to you, though they are not, I think, precisely your sort of thing: a Ruysdael seascape, and a landscape by Hockaert or Snyders, representing a forest with figures, horsemen, dogs — it is of exquisite delicacy and perfect execution.
I have positively ruined myself to obtain them, having my fancies like everyone else at certain hours. My stay will be prolonged another month; then I shall pass through Berne, and I may perhaps have the pleasure of seeing you in May in Paris. Will you still be there? I imagine the Exposition will keep you there? I am sorry you did not decide to come to Italy, but I understand that it was hard for you to tear yourself away from Paris and your studies.
Give me your news, and present my respectful regards to all your family.
Your most devoted servant
F. de Marcuard
I write to him this evening announcing our arrival. I must telegraph him the exact day.
I hope that this three-times-wretched Cassagnac is annoyed at receiving letters almost every day; but yesterday's will be the last for a long time.
Poor Marcuard — what a fine April Fool's joke this will make him. But here are some lines from Le Pays, unsigned, but only Popaul could write such things. You will find them in Marcuard's envelope.
The Chamber of Deputies is of unprecedented generosity, except, however, when it is a question of a few thousand francs to support the disabled veterans of our battlefields at the Invalides, or to pay the naval chaplains. In that regard it is intractable, and there is a strong wager that it will not accept the restoration of the credits voted by the Senate on this subject. But the four billion of M. de Freycinet, the friend of M. Gambetta — of that you may be sure they will procure themselves at any cost. They want to do things on a grand scale. The memories of the Empire prevent our republicans from sleeping. They feign to overwhelm it with their contempt but they imitate it.
It does not appear, unfortunately, that they have managed thus far to revive business. It is in vain that they have organised the Exposition; in vain that they hold out the prospect of unprecedented activity given to public works. In vain that they have imprisoned the Marshal, subdued the conservative opposition in the Senate. In vain that everything smiles upon them: the Chambers, the ministers, the electors, and even M. de Bismarck (?) who sends them his finest paintings for the Trocadéro palace. Business does not revive.
The Shah of Persia will return to Paris; the Arab chieftains will organise original festivities to follow upon the excursion of the Spanish students, and yet business is in the doldrums. The strikes have reappeared.
iid, p. 230-231

Notes

In English in the original.
"Gentlemen-riders" in English in the original.