Tuesday, 23 July 1878

I detest old women accompanied by little dogs — I wage war on my own family over every such matter — but the moment an outsider presumes to find fault, family quarrels vanish; the moment my own are attacked I am there to defend them... If I have copied this gentleman's letter in extenso rather than pinning the original to these pages, it is because the original has already been returned to Mont-de-Marsan without a stroke of my pen.
I am not Monsieur Multedo's intended, and were I so I should find exceedingly improper everything he permits himself to say to me — revealing thus his petty character, his mean-spirited nature that takes its revenge through stupid impertinences upon a witty joke.
I trembled with anger while copying that letter — I hope he will tremble with humiliation upon receiving it. If Paul de Cassagnac said all those things to me, I would never forgive him — not even him.
We make the acquaintance of Madame Outine — a woman of thirty-two or thirty-four, but ravishingly beautiful and distinguished, though not elegant. Monsieur Multedo denies Art! He is still at the stage of heads of Romulus for young ladies and Chaplin portraits for exhibitions.

Notes

Charles Chaplin (1825-1891), a fashionable French painter of sentimental portraits of pretty women; considered by serious artists a purveyor of decorative prettiness rather than genuine art.