Thursday, 25 July 1878

Berthe writes that Julie de Benkendorff has shot herself. You remember this Julie — this madwoman — married to an embassy secretary, living at a breakneck pace for eighteen months, then the sale of all the furniture, bailiffs, the husband's departure for the army, the wife's for Paris where she wished to go on the stage, scandals, miseries, and finally a pistol shot at Boulogne.
Dr. Michel tells Maman that they are going to print something charming in L'Événement about Cassagnac and his wife — to the effect that she had been the mistress of Clément Laurier... Clément Laurier — you will remember well — who lent his wife to Gambetta while the latter was Dictator and who made that enormous fortune... a sort of one doesn't quite know what, Orleanist I believe.
Madame Antonsky is a woman to be cultivated. She, Madame Doubelt, and Princess Galitzine will be very valuable to me if I ever go to seek my fortune in Petersburg — which is not impossible. It is a good reserve for the future.
Yes, but all that later — for now I am going to paint.