Wednesday, 6 November 1878

Princess Eristoff came to stay with her niece Mlle Bashkirtseff, and M. Gambetta gave her two Versailles tickets with the promise of coming to call on her.
In L’Estafette, which is a sort of republican hotchpotch, Mme de Cassagnac is mentioned at yesterday’s session. That is a blow. But one must expect many more.
Cassagnac was already engaged when he told me he had never heard anyone change their voice as I had changed mine, the day of the five women. And he told of an adventure he had had with a woman who used to come to his rooms masked and whose name he never learnt. The perversity of my mind does not doubt that he was trying to push me into some folly; he was already sure of marrying Mlle Acard. And can I for a single instant rest my thoughts or my eyes on such a man?! I would not think so, if I were sure of that. And besides, what do I care about the private man! He would have satisfied my pride. And now I suffer so!! I wish this detestable state of mind would change; I am crushed, I have faith in nothing; I suffer, but I do not want to die. I want to fight. Patience — I implore myself to have patience; there will always be time to put an end to it.
Only... the Empire shall not be. I swear it to you, I do. If the young one returns, I shall put a bullet in his head, or a knife into him, or give him a drop of poison after luring him to an assignation. All these acts of violence in case I do not succeed, for if I attain a sufficient position I shall make war on Mme de Cassagnac in other ways.
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Through the habitual self-assurance and composure of the hero of the hour I glimpsed for the first time something more: authority.