Sunday, 10 November 1878

I amused myself nailing scraps of fabric I had to the walls, arranged as trophies with palettes.
Through Mme Gavini one could cultivate useful connections — but my mother is incapable of it, and I, as an unmarried girl, cannot make calls on my own!
Could it really be possible? If the ex-deputy for Condom were to separate from his wife, he would become again... No — nothing.
And I cannot content myself with being a mere shareholder — if real love is to be admitted at all.