Tuesday, 10 June 1879

The excellent Karageorgevitches dined with us and until ten o'clock in the evening we stayed in my room admiring my drawings, studies, skeleton, etc. Bojidar finally danced a waltz with Amélie (the skeleton) — a reward I owed him for having arranged my books.
The weather is beautiful; I am a little tired from last night's ball. I was dressed delightfully and quite pretty, but on arriving we did not know a soul. Monsieur de Plancy drew me from my corner where I was hiding behind a curtain; I danced with him, and the cotillion came immediately, which I danced with Monsieur d'Hauteville and with many others of course. On the whole I think I amused myself a little toward the end, although I had heard the Duchesse d'Abrantès say she was coming from Versailles... What a session! I am keeping Le Figaro and La République Française for you.
I am annoyed not to have been there... and the name of Madame de Cassagnac plunged me into an "ocean" of diverse feelings.
The article in La République Française pleases me — it is sufficiently truthful, and one can easily recognise Cassagnac as he is shown there. No matter.
Multedo came during the day, and as my aunt had stepped out of the drawing room for a moment he spoke to me again of his devotion, his love, et cetera. So I told him simply and honestly that in my estimation he suffered neither rise nor fall — being a friend, an indifferent one, [word cancelled: agreeable] very amiable and nothing more.