Diary of Marie Bashkirtseff
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Tuesday, 8 April 1879

We go to see La Dame de Montsoreau at the Porte Saint-Martin.
These things of Dumas enchant me — the noblemen, the duels, the ambushes, the love affairs — all of it as implausible as it is ravishing. I shall go see it again.
The Gavinis were with us, and in the house were Multedo, Filippini, and de Morgan, who came to see us.
Multedo has grown uglier besides — he has with me a confused air that he conceals badly beneath courtesies and teasing remarks that he believes to be witty; he humbles himself jokingly, while I am quite straightforward with him — and most sincerely so: he is entirely indifferent to me, and all his letters etc. to which he attaches such importance and which he imagines I think about... I never think of them at all. I might have found myself in his position... but it is the play that is adorable.
Bussy — brave Bussy — a handsome seeker of quarrels.
He is the lord of Amboise.
Tender and faithful too.
And my lord Bussy.
Yes — I shall picture Cassagnac as Bussy if...