Sunday, 20 April 1879

Yesterday I was bored — I hardly know where; at the horse show, I think, and then on the promenade.
And today I spent two hours at the Gavinis’ watching a parade of visitors — diplomats, senators, and elegant women. Multedo and Filippini were there, and at home there are visitors the whole day. Madame and Mademoiselle Tchoumakoff, the painter’s wife; the baroness; the Comtesse de Bailleul, who proposes the Marquis de Maupas to me — he has 500,000 francs a year; Madame Goldsmid and her mother-in-law; Bojidar; Collignon, who stayed for dinner.
Multedo, who struck attitudes and whom I mocked, always finding a retort to his witticisms. Mademoiselle Cerny — a future opera singer, under the patronage of the Basilewskys. Monsieur de Jobal.
After the assassination attempt on the Emperor, Maman sent visiting cards to the embassy, and yesterday Prince Orloff left his own here — which impressed the concierge greatly and looks very well in the drawing room.