Wednesday, 19 June 1878

Noon — I am still drawing, but my head is not in it. How my head is working — it is extraordinary, especially since it has not yet invented any means. Means? Yes — to prevent Cassagnac from marrying. You understand that one cannot let such a thing pass without crying out. If, after all, it were nothing but a marriage of convenience, I should never forgive myself my inaction. Last Saturday, five days ago, he was telling a friend there was something in train, but that it was not yet decided. In five days!... for four or five days I have had an idea that I have all the trouble in the world to formulate. I think it is ready now... and what if it were too late...
Eight in the evening. Pray for me — I am going to attempt a dangerous, terrible means — but at least I shall have done everything.
Pray for me!
Midnight. Here is what happened. We were at Laferrière's, who tells me only this: the marriage was to have taken place this Saturday, but following a bereavement in the Acard family it has been postponed, and they await a new order to make the White Dress, which is already cut.
At that very moment a woman of twenty-six to twenty-eight enters — dark, thin, with the air of a shop girl or a dancer who applies rouge in the evenings and appears pale and tired by day. Fine eyes, but short-sighted. It was she. Indignant at the sight of this creature, I immediately took a grave resolution, judging that great ills require great remedies. How I seethed, languished, suffered while waiting my turn to try.
She is a relation of Antonelli... accursed stock...
At the sight of this woman I felt a wild urge to laugh at all our fine phrases about beauty, blonde hair, figure, distinction, feet. What horror!
M. Gavini called on us and spoke of all this, saying that the Cassagnacs were very fortunate to have found a dowry of 400,000 francs. He rates the Cassagnacs very low, which encourages me; besides, this is a fury like the Waddington ball or the Saturday session. I go to de Daillens, who refuses to help me on moral pretexts.
So I think of doing it alone — but during dinner, Dina laughing proposes to go and offer him herself in marriage with 75,000 francs a year and double after the parents' death. To see. The angelic creature saves me from a terrible position. So we set off — Dina not to go in, and I veiled. I would go to tell him things of the kind of the fragments below, and end by proposing my cousin, etc., etc.
If it is true that you are making nothing but a vulgar bourgeois bargain unworthy of you.
If it is true that you are debasing yourself to the point of making a vulgar bourgeois bargain unworthy of you, why this one rather than another who is richer and at least as suitable in every respect, and who asks only to sacrifice all her pride to you and come and lie at your feet, submissive and devoted as a dog? You are so entangled that you believe yourself in love with a mediocre woman who will lead you about with downcast eyes. But if you are in love — then loyally forget this loyal and simple offer.
Leave this vulgar and bourgeois bargain that demeans your character, and since you consent to a marriage of reason, why this one rather than another who is richer and worthier of you, and who asks only to sacrifice all her pride to you and come and lie at your feet, submissive and devoted as a dog?
You are so entangled that you believe yourself in love. You will not be happy with a mediocre woman who is not young, however intelligent; arranged affairs are not in your nature. It is madness to tell you all this, but one cannot let such a thing pass without crying out! There is still time; one will find consolation there despite the fine phrases — but here one will never find consolation. And then... every man for himself!
Playful and touching plea
If it is true that you are making nothing but a marriage of reason, know that there is a woman who is richer and perhaps worthier of you, who asks only to sacrifice all her pride to you and come and lie at your feet, submissive and devoted as a dog. Know also that to make a good husband as well as a good mother of a family, there is only one
[Ibid. p. 357-358]
truly superior being. Good young girls often make dissipated wives.
He was not at home. We go to Mouzay to collect Maman, and the three of us rack our brains to find a solution. I write him this. And if he does not reply I shall write myself and go... myself.
[Wednesday, 19 June 1878] Monsieur,
I have the most pressing need to speak with you about the most serious matters. This is neither a jest nor a denunciation. I beg you most earnestly to be at home or to give me an appointment elsewhere on Thursday at 9 in the evening. Someone will call for your reply during the day. I am very sorry not to be able to sign — my exceptionally delicate situation obliges every precaution.
There is no longer any question of jesting — the danger is here, two steps away; act at once or never.
I would kill myself if I did not do the impossible.
Maman asked me whether I would marry him. I replied: I would say yes in order to break off this marriage, and then break it off myself afterwards. It is an infamy — which I do not intend.
I did not believe it would be true. But she is old, tired. It is absolutely impossible that he loves her.