Saturday, 31 August 1878

At noon everyone was gathered, and Georges prevented the ceremony from taking place; it was put off until six.
At six o'clock the body was transported to the underground chapel, where it will await the arrival of the sons and whatever arrangements are made. The vault made an impression on me — but I did not weep; I wept only on the first day.
My aunt can barely stand; she has had to restrain that monster's rages and has received boot-kicks to the side and to the stomach... To give you some idea: Mouzay goes to the concierge and makes a scene; the concierge replies that he can do nothing, and that the police commissioner merely told him: "When one of them has been murdered, we'll come up." He nearly had cause to come today — for but for someone (I can no longer remember who) entering the dining room, my aunt would have been strangled.
Poor Dina — Grand-papa has left her 50,000 roubles in a bank draft in Maman's name. But she will not see a sou of it; without doubt the brothers will go to law. Nicolas was already spreading word in the kitchen that his father had been delirious and singing — when since our return he could not even raise his voice! The deed was drawn up when we still lived on the Champs-Élysées; besides, Grand-papa never lost consciousness — witness the Multedo letter. Only in these last two days did he lack the strength, fading away little by little...

Notes

In English in the original.