Friday, 5 September 1879

After two pleasantly spent days, we have left Dieppe.
I am delighted. It is two o’clock in the morning, I am thoroughly annoyed.
I went out with Berthe, we went to the Bois, where there was a very amusing crowd, and the Baron de l’Ariège and Hecht. The latter asked if we would be at home this evening. Alexis was there with his pretty horse and his brand-new carriage, we took him into ours after having almost followed the baron who at the moment we approached had just left a carriage of courtesans. We were also much amused to see faces from Dieppe again. Alexis dined with us, Hecht arrived later and for two hours told us all about Gambetta; this Jew speaks rather well, and when it comes to Gambetta he becomes eloquent; the way he rendered and explained a Belleville speech is truly remarkable.
I listened with keen interest and sincerely admired, not Hecht, Gambetta. But I am greatly vexed by my mothers... They are clumsy, they tire one, they insist on things one must pass over quickly... and then I do not know if it is just my imagination... but they make me unhappy with a host of little blunders, so embarrassing, so disagreeable; a lack of tact that makes me want to scream and drives me frantic; I always want to smooth things over, to retrieve the situation, and I am forced to joke to excess. Used to seeing me wild, they made all sorts of gracious little teasing advances to make me so this evening; they think I am brilliant then, whereas I am only as I was before. I am humiliated and desolate. When I want to be sensible they prevent me! When they put themselves out to please they are abominable!
Why not leave me in peace! No! Always showing me off, approving, supporting, anticipating what I say; and then it makes me look foolish. I would forgive everything if it were true! But it is only posturing. And then... what would you have me tell you if not that in general I have many things to be happy about but that in detail I am much to be pitied.