Monday, 24 November 1879

We went to invite Julian to dinner, and he made no end of difficulties, saying it would take away all his authority over me and that then there would be no getting on, all the more so as the slightest semblance of indulgence on his part towards me would look like shameless nepotism. People will say that we give him dinners and that I do as I please at his place because I am rich, etc., etc. The good man is right. It is, besides, an excellent system of perfidy; Amélie used it with Breslau, who ended up being rude to me from hearing herself told that she was my lady’s maid.
I read Zola every evening.