Sunday, 21 April 1878 — Easter

I took Communion in black and in a hat, contrary to custom and to my habits. I approached trembling and repeating the priest’s words when he says: I also believe that this is the very flesh and the very blood of Our Lord Jesus Christ, which I had never done before, because I did not believe it; I believed that this was the wine and the bread which represent the blood and the flesh. I stammered it out and I believed it, and at the solemn moment (and before, and after, and the whole time) I asked for what I had to ask. I even think it was in order to deserve it better that I believed.
Multedo came at two o’clock; we were left alone several times, and he made me a declaration of love, quite a serious one. Such things are disturbing all the same, and when he said to me: — But do you not know, then, that I love you! That I love you with all my soul! — I felt one of those agitations that I used to take for love! — But, I said to him, I think you would not be the only one, if it were true. — If it were true! You know it well; how can you not believe it!
He seized my hand and kissed it passionately.
— Monsieur, I said, blushing and withdrawing my hand, are you not ashamed to make me blush? For a Bonapartist you are really ill-bred, for I do not think that is the way to behave with a young lady in France.
Then he spent ten minutes begging me to give him my hand, but I did not give it to him, keeping a serious air that hid real emotion.
— You stole it!
— Let me have it with your consent!...
— Never.
— But do you not know, then, that this kiss I took by surprise will keep me company through the twenty-five days I shall spend far from you... that.
Thereupon someone came in. He plays the lover well, this gentleman.
I felt like going to the Madeleine, but I told myself it would be of no use, and I did not go.
He went away after four; I went out with Dina for a moment, then there were Franceschi, Goldsmid and the Mouzays. Among other things we talked of Cassagnac, and I said that I would not hear ill spoken of him, that I loved and esteemed him, and that this would not change even if we had fallen out.
The ladies dined with us and have just left.
Can Multedo really love me? I set up against him a wall of indifference and mockery, which helped me to make a few of those quips that people find so amusing and so witty and that I find quite simple. Oh! poor boy, he will go away very sad, unless he is a dreadful humbug.
Do you think I have forgotten Berthe’s mask? Never, never, never. The Mouzays saw him at the Madeleine. You know the story of the pearls cast before swine?
If I were somebody, I would make a show of a passion for him, which would flatter him. It would have been amusing. As I am, I can only stay on my pedestal. How I chattered today! I was charmingly gay. From now on I mean to be a coquette with everyone.
My position as a young girl forbids me the passive airs of a queen who has become a slave of her own free will. One always glimpses that devil of a marriage, which is repugnant when it shows through a woman’s attentions.
If only I saw him, I would know very well what to do. With Multedo I am just as amusing and not so wild; besides, at the beginning I had used a few flatteries, which always go down well.
What is all this???
I told you I wanted none of all that! I will not have it! What! on the pretext that Multedo is in love with me, I allow myself God knows what nonsense! I will not have it. Amen. What — am I to forbid myself to charm people?
If you knew what I asked of the good Lord and what I promised Him!
written across the page
1880. I asked to marry Cassagnac, and I promised to consent to marry him.