Wednesday, 1 January 1879

Monsieur de Morgan has sent a bonbonnière.
I worked in the morning and then we paid calls.
An amusing scene at the Gavinis’. In comes Janvier de la Motte père, who as everyone knows is younger and more handsome than his son — my former suitor. He kisses Mme Gavini and launches into an account of the kisses he bestowed on Mmes Rouher, de la Valette, etc., laughing and [gushing] like the young man he is. And as Maman says that one must kiss a man at the beginning of the year to be happy, he rushes into her arms, kisses her and gets himself kissed. Anyone else would have been taken for a madman, but this old charlatan is so cherished by Parisian society that people look on him as they used to look on our poor Walitsky in his town, where he lay down on every sofa and kissed every woman.
I was wrong to confuse the father with the son; the father is witty.
I dreamed of Cassagnac and Blanc. The first day of 1878 had begun very well, and yet [that day has] rarely been recalled during the year. Which proves that it proves nothing, and since the first day of 1879 is not wildly merry, I am not worried.
I take de Daillens along and we go to see the Revue at the Palais-Royal.

Notes

A bonbonnière — an ornamental box of sweets — was the customary New Year’s gift exchanged in Parisian society. ↩