Sunday, 26 October 1879

I went to look at a studio to let opposite our house, and then I worked. Multedo came and I was rude to him; then Maman, my aunt, Dina and I go for a drive in the Bois.
I have a grey-beige felt hat over my forehead, not large, rather Louis XIII, which suits me very well; no doubt that is why Joseph honoured me with a long look, turning round to see me better still.
As for me, I was sitting curled up in the corner of the landau, my head turned the same way as my body, and so I was able to bear the chaste young man’s gaze with a quiet indifference, very graceful in a woman.
Berthe having invited herself yesterday to dine today, we invited whoever happened to be there, MM. de Tarente and Turquan. Then Berthe’s husband, Bojidar, Alexis and the old Prince. So we look as though we are enjoying ourselves, and I do believe everyone did enjoy themselves, especially the excellent Turquan. Have I told you what the Marquis de Tarente is like? He is a very handsome dark young man, a leader of cotillions, a good dancer, of excellent family; very nice, very much in the swim. In short, he is one of the fairly good specimens of what is turned out in that line.
No fortune, naturally. Need I tell you that for me that rules him out?
M. de Toulouse’s uncle reads the cards miraculously; he guessed a host of things about Rosalie that nobody knew, and she was all of a tremble. And every time he works his magic, it comes true. Need I say that the things foretold for me are very pleasant?