Friday, 31 October 1879

We have just come back from the Opera; I am in good spirits, we enjoyed ourselves, we looked very smart. Mme Gavini, Berthe, Dina, myself, Johnstone, Gavini, Baron de Nervo, Multedo, Géry father and son, the Marquis de Casa-Riera and his secretary.
The Marquis is blind, but this is the second time I have spoken to him and he recognises my voice; I sacrifice myself and keep him company for twenty minutes. We heard no music at all; we talked the whole time, and as everyone was in high spirits there is nothing special to tell.
Young Géry is a charming fellow, an attaché in Brussels, not at all stupid, and likeable; tall and dark, of the Joseph type — and he knows Joseph well.
We made a tremendous impression — I say we because Berthe arrived only later. Mme Gavini was beside herself with joy to see the opera glasses turned on me. As for me, I came in with my head held high as if I were the queen of Paris; that air, with a touch of childishness, makes me far prettier.
Cassagnac is handsome and good, and he has a shrew for a wife. Do not be shocked! She is a real shrew. Well... I am almost glad it is so; what would have become of me without the Little Prince? No, actually — I would push him towards Jérôme and it could all have been arranged beautifully; his wife is so stupid! Blanc said so again this evening.