Saturday, 30 November 1878

Our ladies began by announcing that M. and Mme de Cassagnac would be coming to dinner on Sunday. Whereupon I screamed like a child and repeated fifty times: "I will not dine with the daughter of a kept woman!"
So if it is true that I am "in love" with him, it may be shouted right in the middle of the boulevard!
You are filthy, my dear Paul.
I still have a young imagination — I revolt before human filth.