Sunday, 16 June 1878

We set off at two o'clock — M. and Mme Gavini, Dina and I. Dina is very elegant and richly dressed. I wear a short wool dress and a large straw hat with white feathers, somewhat Louis XVI in style. The Empire will never return in any normal fashion — the Parisians love festivities, kings, luxury; they have them, and they have liberty too.
The Gavinis know everyone. One would have to be as foolish as I am not to understand that a prefect under the Empire who for ten years received the whole of Europe as it passed through Nice — that such a prefect and his wife cannot be disreputable people. We are introduced to gentlemen — among others, the Baron
Haussmann. Now we are talking.
This day was everything one could imagine most splendid; we were very properly placed; I was not bored. A crowd extraordinary, mad, incredible. I was well. A frenzied return journey.
Near the Arc de Triomphe, Gambetta's carriage is alongside ours for a few moments. Gavini and Gambetta exchange bows; Gavini promises to introduce me to Gambetta.
You know I am afraid of waking up.
I encountered some acquaintances; I was happy to be with people.
Cassagnac's marriage is an almost certain fact; yesterday he told a friend that it was being seriously considered. Negotiations are under way.
The deal is not yet concluded. Mme de La Valette, née Rouher, his mistress of long standing, is furious, so they say. Dr Michel, who used to say that Cassagnac could not marry since he was kept by a woman, is obliged to admit that he is marrying. What filth!!
I would far sooner he were kept than see him marry this Acard girl, who is not much of anything, after all...
I bought a rather thick printed book, from which I cut out letters that I pasted onto a card to form the following:
A woman who takes a keen and serious interest in the matter wishes to know whether you are making a marriage of love or of reason.
Figaro, Bourgogne, Cora.
I prepared another one, but I would rather not tell you all these fooleries.
Mouzay and her daughter to dinner. Mouzay says she is very glad I have Mme Gavini — she is exactly the woman needed to launch me. De Daillens asks what my aim is in being a Bonapartist, for I am not a woman to waste my time; and Mouzay adds that she has long marked me out to be the leader of the Bonapartist party. She really believes it, poor thing!
I believe nothing yet; I collect myself, I wait, I calculate, I study [words blotted: my means] and I busy myself with Cassagnac's fooleries.
At this moment I announce to you that the marriage will change nothing, and that as soon as I can I shall... (it is wrong — I shall not do it — but I must say what I think) — I shall take him from his wife. The wretch does not know... he will always want me as
he would want a fine animal. How stupid this world is... I saw the Duke of Hamilton, who bowed to Mme Gavini.
If one could hear all the biting, proud, tender, witty things I say about Cassagnac... if he could only hear me this evening at dinner he would not care so little for me. I shall even tell you without any shame that if he knew me he would love me. But with him I am witty — it is true — but also wild, savage, mocking, artful; I cast myself as an abyss of perfidy... If he were to love me, he would have loved me for that. And if I had been otherwise I would regret not having been as I have just described. I would rage against my seriousness and my honesty. No! I would not want to change — I would only want him to hear, just once, one of those good things, so charming when they are a rarity in the midst of this abyss of perfidy — as M. Bachkirtseff says. It was de Daillens who had this idea, and I agreed with her, laughing. What do I want, in the end?! Nothing at all. They are fancies.
It is strange how strong and patient and certain of reaching my ends I feel.
My God, I thank You and I entrust myself to You.