Thursday, 31 October 1878

De Daillens was in the carriage with us when, near Doucet’s shop, we met Mme Gavini, who called out to me, running after me. She knew de Daillens in Nice long ago, when Mme de Mouzay, barely arrived there, was going into society. Since then, moreover, the Mouzays have not been of her world, but I think it will do me no harm.
We were to go to the Italiens, but the theatre is dark tonight. Mme Gavini sends me a note to tell me so. That she-devil of a woman is everywhere; the day before yesterday she was dining at the Petit Cercle.
But after all — I need no one. I have my painting. Perhaps that is madness, but I do not think so.
Accidents happen every day; why does nothing happen to Mlle Acard? Suppose she went up in a balloon and the rope broke: twenty-eight people would be lost, except her — but it would be so fine!

Notes

The Théâtre des Italiens (Théâtre-Italien), Paris’s premier venue for Italian opera. ↩