Thursday, 6 June 1878

You know what these balls are like. An indescribable crush. Our toilettes cause a sensation — but having no acquaintances we are glad to find seats beside a wall, with the result that the people who had invited us, and they were quite numerous, were obliged to perform rather comical manoeuvres. Godard (from Nice) and Durand, the brother of the young ladies — can you picture these two archdukes together? Godard and Durand prowled about for an hour not knowing whether they ought to approach; I guessed as much from the eagerness with which they came to speak to me when, towards three o'clock, I at last made up my mind to go to the buffet.
We were arriving just as the Marshal, his wife, and all the royal princes and archdukes were leaving. Old Moreno, then another Spaniard who asked to present some dancers to us — but we were already on our way out.
Before the ball I had summoned Multedo, and in my presence he wrote three urgent, beseeching letters for tickets — to M. de Vallon, to M. Haussmann, and to Mme Rouher. I dispatched the letters myself.
That wretch Multedo says I am capiteuse — intoxicating. I was so yesterday; today I am very tired, my face at least.
Rosalie is sent to Versailles to obtain tickets through the Chamber's servants. Moreover I go to Yorke's, who writes a letter to M. de Tanlay. I carry the letter to the Cercle de la rue Royale and he is so kind that he comes down, and with his exquisite courtesy promises to do everything possible.
Marcuard at the Bois.
Schininà asks where we are living. Then Monseigneur Philippe, with whom we arrange to meet tomorrow at the kermesse.
Edith Boyd is going to write to Mme Waddington, the wife of the Foreign Minister, for tickets.
If I do not have them it will not be my fault.
I should like to ask M. Janvier de la Motte, but he would show my letter to Paul de Cassagnac. M. Spuller, who had concluded in favour of validating his election, requested that another rapporteur be appointed in his place, the majority having asked him to change his report. Would this Spuller be an honest man? So it seems. But here are some press cuttings — [missing]
I insist that you follow all these debates, all this news — [words blotted: in pursuit of which I am] as tormented as I am anxious. Tormented and anxious on account of the tickets. I must have them. What if I were to ask M. Gambetta?
How odd — I live with my charcoals and my brushes, and only leave them to live among kings, presidents, and ministers.
To hear me one would think I never left the company of such people. The rest of mortals interest me only as a carpet I would lay beneath my feet — or else when I think that they think I am worth less than they, and that I cannot enter society, etc. Then I rage.
I am racking my brains as to who else I might ask for tickets.
Do you know which woman appeals to me as my mother does in Florence?
You are quite wrong. It is Mme Rouher. I have never seen her. Multedo wrote to her yesterday; I read her name on the envelope and immediately imagined her warm and respectable interior, the deference all the faithful accord her; a comfortable salon, [words blotted: one day] soft and discreet, an old lady I cannot picture at all... And here I am full of respect and veneration... See my misfortune! I should so much like to go to this woman's house! She lives at 4, rue de l'Élysée. The street suits her — that is to say, she must resemble the street and the beautiful gardens of the Élysée, those great green and venerable trees, the long hospitable branches.
She does not know I exist, and yet it seems to me that she loves me.
Ah! If I could have the tickets through her...
Julian must be laughing up his sleeve — he will never believe that this week off and the verification of mandates are a mere coincidence.
Ah! If only I can have those tickets.
As for Cassagnac, all his hair will turn grey before I ask him for anything. [Words blotted: If I do not have these] tickets, I shall take to my bed for six weeks. If Multedo does not get them for me, I shall never speak to him again as long as I live.
But do understand, you wretches — I want to go there!
I wanted the other ball in order to be seen; but here — here I am going in order to see and hear such amusing things that one would dress anyhow and place oneself anywhere, so long as one were there.
It is the day after tomorrow. I have been so agitated ever since I began hunting for tickets that I can neither eat, nor read, nor dress. All Paris wants to go, and there are none too many places.
Cassagnac had told me they would never dare invalidate him nor even draw up a report concluding in favour of invalidation. Only two days ago the newspapers were saying that, despite the best will in the world, having found nothing wrong with Cassagnac's election, the bureau had concluded in favour of validation.
In two days everything has changed. A rather extraordinary thing, which proves that Cassagnac is not as harmful to his party as people like to say. The Left needs him to ruin the Bonapartists, they say; if they need him as much as all that, why the devil do they work so relentlessly and persistently to remove him from the Chamber?