Sunday, 13 April 1879 — Easter

I finished sitting at eleven in the morning. The portrait is ugly and not a likeness. Afterwards we lunch at Karageorgevitch’s. There are Mademoiselle Mavrocordato and her brother, Prince Soutzo, and Monsieur Koechlin, the brother-in-law of Andrieux, the Prefect of Police. They talked of Gambetta, and I declared myself on the side of those in power, because it is more convenient, alas. I am on no side at all!
The princess brought us home, and as it is Easter we sit down to table. According to Russian custom the table must be kept open for three days; we content ourselves with one day. Madame Gavini arrived with her husband, Filippini and Multedo, who had already come yesterday. We sit down to table again; the charming Adeline wanted to bring the Vicomtesse Pernety and the Randouin woman, but they did not dare: “You will tell them on Tuesday, Marie, at the horse show, that you would have been delighted to see them, will you not? You will scold them?”
— But of course — above all Vicomtesse Pernety; I shall be pleased to see her at our house.
But what Multedo ate!
It is simply incredible; I believe he did it on purpose.
Multedo still pays court to me — and of the letters, not a word.