Thursday, 3 July 1879

I dreamed of Prince Jérôme Napoléon. He will have to make up his mind. The cowardly English!
That Carey! I predicted it correctly. He is to be court-martialled. But alas, none of this brings the dead back to life.
Who, indeed, could fail to pay homage to the elevated spirit and the golden heart that dictated that testament? He had to die for that spirit and that heart to be known.
These infamous English — executioners of Napoleon the Great, France’s age-old enemies — and to think it was to England that Napoleon I fled! What stupidity, and what a crime. I do not love Napoleon III. Had he got himself killed at Sedan, his son would be alive and reigning. Sedan is an infamy, like the flight of the traitor Carey. He should have thought of his son instead of surrendering. The child paid for everything. Now we need Jérôme, despite the unfortunate phrase in the testament — but the Prince wrote it believing that Monsieur Jérôme would never press his claims under any circumstances.