Monday, 22 July 1878

Hans — the fair one. We have settled our plan of campaign... Madame Rembelinsky's and mine consists in pretending to avoid them, to not even notice their existence. We have begun — and despite this we have encountered them eleven times, whether by accident or through their own obliging efforts.
But tomorrow or the day after, as soon as she can arrange it, they shall have a serenade — which will play as much for us as for them since they are below us — but I hope they will understand to whom it is addressed by the choice of pieces: 1. Funeral March by Chopin. 2. Mein lieber Augustchen (waltz). 3. Funeral March by Beethoven. 4. Funeral March by Mendelssohn. 5. Funeral March x x x. 6. Infernal Galop.
We mock them and they mock us in return. But one must do something at Soden... Madame Antonsky takes an interest in the affair, as does everyone else — I am merely following the others' example; you understand that personally I do not trouble myself over these simpletons.
An Italian singer and two Italian male singers gave a concert this evening. I went to speak with them and they took me for an Italian.
[Letter from Multedo.] Mademoiselle, I bless my letter for having irresistibly provoked your counsel. Would that I were as irresistible as my letter. Your ideal Cassagnac himself accepts written reparations. I, who am no swashbuckler but simply a serious man who commands respect quietly and without fuss, may content myself with the same.
I° — Paese che vuoi, essi che trovi. Since you wish to live in France, learn — however great your repugnance for resembling French young ladies — to do so by your habits. Content yourself with differing from them by surpassing them, as you already do, in charm, wit, and beauty! In Paris no one dominates absolutely. In striving to dominate, one becomes isolated.

Notes

Italian proverb: "In the country you choose, you find the customs" — approximately "When in Rome, do as the Romans do."