Tuesday, 10 September 1878

A scene has occurred which, though I ought to be used to such things by now, drove me mad with revolt.
We are climbing our staircase; M. Georges is there, seated on a bench on the second landing. He lunges forward and begins tearing my aunt’s dress, pouring forth abominable words. I began calling for the concierge with all my strength; the servants rushed up and we were able to get inside. But within two minutes the bell was ringing again. It is not to be believed! Maman thinks I was very ill-bred to cry out in that way.
There is no need to repeat it — you know as well as I do that Maman says it is perfectly natural, that I am abominably ill-bred, that I create all the scandal, that I screamed like a fishwife. It is so adorable that I have nothing to say. My contempt for these women can neither be painted nor imagined. Agree with me that I am not on a bed of roses. If I were a little less proud I should go without further delay and dash my brains out.
What is one to think of these women? I do not wish to think — I am going to act.
Every day after the atelier I shall walk in the Bois — one must make the most of daylight until half past six. The whole universe is in Paris, and despite all the horrors surrounding me I want to live, to see everyone...
We met Larderel — he is a charming young man (I am at pains to note this in cold blood) with a certain coldly haughty air that is truly uncommon. Which proves I have good taste... But what madness to have believed that...
[Tuesday, 10 September 1878] Although you are.... I restrain myself, because I am in mourning. I am therefore obliged to write to you; Maman is, as you will imagine, greatly weakened and exhausted by all these terrible emotions; she begs me to reply to you as politely as possible. I shall endeavour not to give you what you deserve, and not to be too coarse, though in truth it costs me dear. But I am obliged to renounce my dearest habits: black gowns have replaced white ones, and impertinence toward the unworthy has given way to the exquisite affability of which this letter is a glaring proof.
We are sorely tried by the irreparable loss we have just sustained, very sad... and to crown all our misfortunes there is your friend Alexandre who has just arrived — they assure us he has the evil eye.
Give me the most precise, the most detailed news of the Empress (he writes that he is going to pay her a visit). I overcome the horror you inspire in me because I need this news.
in the margin
written across the page Everyone has charged me to thank you for the part you take in our grief and for the friendly way in which you have expressed it.
A poor woman wishes to send Her Majesty some Napoleonic souvenir, and asks me how one should address it to ensure it arrives safely. Apart from that, I am a rabid imperialist, so the matter interests me.
Good evening, then, and... I restrain myself, because I am in mourning. Marie Bashkirtseff to M. de Marcuard.
There is a book by Félix Ribeyre, Biographie des Sénateurs et des Députés, where Cassagnac is spoken of in terms that make me leap out of my chair: Born in Paris on 2 December 1843. An eminently likeable nature, the temperament of an outstanding polemicist, and a politician of great promise — this is the aspect in which M. Paul de Cassagnac, eldest son of M. Adolphe Granier de Cassagnac, presents himself...
He has taken his place in the ranks of the Appel au peuple and has frequently honoured the tribune with a warm eloquence which knows, when necessary, how to be moderate and worthy of a true statesman. Well — it is written by a friend; that is understandable.
M. Séraphin came to see Mlle Rosalie.
Monsieur le comte has taken an apartment just next door to us, at 47 rue Galilée.
I am almost convinced that Cassagnac’s conscience and morals are not worth much — but it is pointless to go into his unsavoury private life. It is as joker, poseur, and public man that I see him.
Ah! What an existence! What an existence!
And then this man — what impudence! I wager that, caught in some infamous act, he would not lose his composure: he would strike a pose, confess, explain the affair with that artificial and affected frankness, and turn it in such a way that one would go away convinced and marvelling at the rectitude, the honesty, the great heart of this man.

Notes

Biographie des Sénateurs et des Députés: “Biography of the Senators and Deputies”. ↩
2 December is the anniversary of Napoleon I’s coronation (1804) and of Louis-Napoléon’s coup d’état (1851). Ribeyre’s date is not borne out: the BnF gives 1842 for Cassagnac’s birth (en.wikipedia: 2 January 1843). ↩
The Appel au peuple (Appeal to the People) was the Bonapartist parliamentary group, named after the Napoleonic principle of direct popular sovereignty expressed through plebiscite. ↩