Friday, 18 October 1878

Madame Gavini is in Paris; she came to see us yesterday, and we went for a walk together in the Bois.
And that evening M. Georges came and rang the bell again. I thought he had left.
They want the Monday drawing for places to be at eight o'clock instead of half past seven, because we are certain to be there — five or six of us — while Breslau and others who live far away want eight. We voted; we legally cheated, as in all votes. I took the floor to avenge myself for the conversations directed at me. We are eight; they are twelve.