Wednesday, 27 November 1878

I have made a conquest of the Gavinis; Madame speaks of me at home and elsewhere in the most extravagant terms — Filippini told me so, and besides, I feel it myself. To tell the truth, I have been adorable to her, and if I had not succeeded it would be monstrous.
I assure you it is most tiresome to hear “Mme de Cassagnac” announced while one is trying on a dress.
Why exaggerate... why say silly things that please me... she may be charming. Thank God one does not need the hips and feet of an Andalusian to please. She must have superb hair; she is not the kind of woman to wear a chignon or a corset. Big bones, it is true, a weak stomach, the chest of a young boy almost if she were not and almost pendulous breasts, but adorable eyes, softened by a short-sightedness that has a certain cachet. I would not give twopence for the shape of the legs, thinness would make no difference to that; but it is the knees that must be thick, to judge by the hands. Besides, the calf is covered with down, I would swear to it, or else the skin is shiny [Bottom of page left blank]
But I believe I meant to seek out her beauties, and here I am running her down; the truth is that I am... lazy — no epigrams. She has an interesting, regular face, and then, what the devil! even if there were nothing to her physically, her character may unite every good quality. She may have a charming mind, a cheerful, frank disposition. A heart of gold. She is nice, amiable, kind; she has easy, engaging manners. In short... let the brute be silent — there is, thank God, something else to love besides meat!
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