Tuesday, 1 July 1879

As a great many newspapers are dated the following day, and this would confuse you, I warn you that among them are Le Gaulois, L’Estafette, Le Pays.
Reading the revolting and cynical depositions of the English soldiers has outraged me, I think, even more than the murder itself.
Dina, who is so calm, could not bear to hear the reading to the end; she got up and told me in a truly moved voice that she did not wish to hear, that she could not bear to hear such horrors any longer. Read them: such infamies need no commentary. They surpass everything one can imagine in the way of cowardice, atrocity, cynicism, horror.
And I am ready to say with Madame Gavini that if anything would give me a nervous attack, it would be hearing the English spoken of.
If grandfather were alive, it would make him ill. But at least the poor dear “little Prince” will not have passed unnoticed, and the glory of his name and his glorious death will be the punishment of his enemies. It is foolish to confess, but when I think of all this splendid and heart-rending affair I feel my skin tighten and my breath stop — and then I would gladly sign the death warrant of all these traitors. Their depositions! Has anything so appalling, so hideous, so cowardly ever been seen! I read this filth in a cab on the way to the atelier, and I clenched my teeth to keep from crying out — but without the noise of the wheels one would hear me moaning despite my clenched teeth... I know it is ridiculous for someone I have never seen. But it is not for the man. It is all these infamous circumstances! I hope I am not addressing convicts, and that my indignation will be shared.
As for Cassagnac, I no longer adore him, because he has been clumsy and almost ridiculous in this affair. But then, what a disgrace!
This Jérôme, whom he always insulted, who is now becoming his master.
That excellent Acard was impatiently awaiting his chance to succeed poor Monsieur Rouher — and now...
In short, he is nothing but a magnificent “loudmouth,” as Rosalie would say. And his position with regard to the Prince is at the very least as difficult as the Prince’s with regard to the Empire. But Jérôme is manoeuvring with extraordinary prudence and will end by getting out of this tight spot, that is, by having himself got out of it. Whereas my friend Paul is sunk. My friend Paul has lacked tact, and I am waiting for him to redeem himself.