Tuesday, 21 May 1878

I danced the cotillion with Morgan, but as I was drinking a lemonade while places were being taken, we ended up with chairs behind the others — which meant I spent the whole time in conversation as boring as it was superficial. I expected to see Marcuard, who is in Paris; I also hoped to encounter Cassagnac
so that he might see me in a proper setting. I announced his marriage yet again — Plancy has heard tell of it elsewhere too.
It is a pity to have known nothing in advance — I should have dressed properly and enjoyed myself.
— In your place, Marie, said Dina, I should not want the ball with that dress.
All the same — I wanted to go.
Our duke was there with his new quasi-duchess; she is given the title of Princesse de Beauharnais. The Leuchtenbergs are related to the Beauharnais and the Napoleons, as well as other princes. A great crush of people.
Before going to the ball, I burned the six chairs in my fireplace to remove the traces of my violence. My God — I did not break them in a fit of fury; I chose my victims and immolated them because I thought it would do me good. I was so distressed... You will not go, I told myself — and yet if you went, Cassagnac would see you there, and it would establish you. And at that thought I was going mad.
Yes, he is getting married. One does not willingly grow accustomed to such an atrocity.
The Durands were there, and Prodgers, and many others whom I know and who know me by sight. Petit-Paul too — you know, the one from Rome.
One misfortune is not enough for me — I need two! He is getting married — the second him — Léon Gambetta!
There are foreigners who come to Rome for a fortnight and stay all their lives.
Divine, irresistible city... terrarum dea gentiumque Roma
There are women like that too.
I am very unhappy. It is the fatigue.
Tell me now... I believe in clairvoyant somnambulists — you too, if you have seen any... well then, one is no longer safe. So apart from the nonsense that Cassagnac's Marie can tell him, which may serve her in the mind of this new Balsamo — she may also have told him truths. With her assistance he can know what I think, and I do not doubt he has enquired at least once. That would be funny... not very.

Notes

Latin (Martial): terrarum dea gentiumque Roma — "Rome, goddess of lands and peoples."