Wednesday, 11 September 1878

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 enter his sordid 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 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.
The Bois is most amusing at present. Everything is there — even two Grand Dukes, even a Larderei on horseback. All of Rome and Naples and Florence are here. One does nothing but encounter familiar faces. Larderei has given me a wish to ride; besides, I have a score to settle from the donkey-riding party at Sorrento.
I must send for my now sole brother.
There is no greater joy for me than when I hear it said that the other is merely a brawler, an insulter, a... — in a word, that he is not what I miss. It is useless... for after a moment he compels attention and respect and all the rest. And I am so disgusted with life that I should want to die — if I did not want to go riding.