Monday, 4 November 1878

I shall no doubt resort to disguising myself as an old woman to go and queue tomorrow at Versailles and take my place with the rabble. For I must hear my angel at the rostrum that day.
Tomorrow the competition is also to be judged — but there will be other competitions, while the invalidation of the Deceased will be a unique spectacle, and I would give all the competitions of Julian’s school to be there for it.
Princess Karageorgevitch, having received my letter, came this afternoon to say that she will do everything to oblige me, but it is tomorrow already and I have received nothing. That wretched Cassagnac puts me into such a state of agitation!... But it amuses me.