Wednesday, 19 March 1879

An outing with the Gavinis. Monsieur Gavini sends tickets for tomorrow — and I write the following letter.
[Wednesday, 19 March 1879] Monsieur,
I am told that, like any self-respecting divinity, you are enveloped in a cloud that renders you indifferent to the inhabitants of the earth. I believe nothing of the kind — for that cloud is generally nothing but the fog that gathers around minds that are growing old, and you, Monsieur, cannot grow old.
But however much the philosopher or demigod you may have become, it is impossible that you should refuse me. Impossible — because I swear to you that I desire it with all my strength, and besides, it will cost you nothing.
The matter is simply to consent, just once, to be the most-spiritual director of a woman who wishes to consult you as a priest on a very grave matter. But rest assured, Monsieur and Great Man — I would not for anything in the world tell you “the novel of my life,” nor anything that might get on your nerves.
I come a little late, I know, and I shudder at the thought of how many women must have written you things of this kind — but that is not my fault.
In your books you appear to be all that is greatest and best in the world, and if you show yourself disdainful you will destroy one of my dearest illusions — and when one can avoid committing such an act, it is better to avoid it. So, if you are first of all kindly and well-disposed, and if you have that immense goodness found in men of genius alone (I would not wish to flatter you, but you must know why I prostrate myself before you and send you so grovelling a letter) — so, if you are all that is good in the world, come on Thursday, 20 March, to the Opéra ball, the only place where I can see you. A word to the Madeleine post office
R,A,C — for you will understand perfectly that without you I shall not go.
Besides, if you are Olympian, if you have become a bourgeois, stay at home, for truly you fill me with a holy dread and I should be struck dumb.
I should very much like to tell you that I am a respectable woman — but that would only make you believe the contrary.