Wednesday, 11 December 1878

All day I searched for apartments with Nadine, and then I went to Mme Gavini's, who took me to the Opera in the evening.
A rather quiet evening, with the customary review at the exit. I was not at my best — my beauty depends absolutely on my mood, and my mood very often depends on my dress.
This poor devil Gavini was invalidated this morning by the parliamentary commission. They are furious, and the poor woman almost wept telling me of it when we found ourselves alone during the interval.