Tuesday, 2 December 1879

Today Cassagnac turned thirty-six. But [he] is not handsome at the Chamber. I went there with the Princess and Alexis (my model being ill). We did not even have tickets — that is to say, only one — and on arriving we sent for Gavini (I was at their house this morning and lunched there. They introduced me to the Duc de Rivoli, who was as mistrustful as I was cold), who arrived saying, “Princess, do come, Princess, let me show you the way” — which made the five hundred gawkers waiting for their deputies in the waiting room raise their heads. It is curious how people love titles in France. And upstairs they put us in a gallery, in the fourth row; it was full.
Fortunately an usher who knows me from Versailles and remembers our tips came to tell Alexis that there was room in the ministers’ box, where we go and are fairly well placed. In twenty minutes we are going to the theatre, and I open this book only to tell you of Joseph’s beauty — by the way, Gambetta made a charming remark; you will see it in the report of the proceedings. So, Joseph is handsome, and I was going to say that I am glad to be taken up with so handsome a being... but that would be the admission of something that is not so.
Alexis, who was behind me during the sitting, eyed him through his glass, repeating that he is “stunning”, and we laughed about it together. He is a young god... and I need to say it. Now, since I find him so handsome, it is almost certain that he does not even notice me, and so it would be wise not to become foolishly infatuated with a young man who so far has nothing but his beauty and his millions. Well, from this evening I give myself my word of honour no longer to talk about him and joke about him in front of everyone. He need only marry for me to look very foolish.
Today, for the first time since the death of the Prince, Rouher reappeared at the Chamber — at the Chamber in Paris, in the former Corps Législatif. He must have had strange visions. The thought of this man since the death of his Prince pains me; he must be very unhappy. Gavini tells me that Rouher was cross with him for not having pointed out the box where I was. Old Gavini does not spoil me, and above all he is afraid of turning my head; that is why I know he did not invent it; besides, it is quite simple: a young girl was very amiable to an old man, flattered him, and he remembers it. “I wanted to break the ice from the very first day of my arrival,” he said on arriving at the Chamber; he was very moved, it seems, on arriving.
Well, all this... I am chained to my rock, and I stretch out my hands towards heaven, which is no doubt busy elsewhere.
This evening at the theatre, Mmes Gavini and Abbatucci — but somehow the Randouins and Mmes de Marcilly and de Rainbouille were there too; we have all their escorts: Janvier de la Motte, Lahirle, Delattre, Chaudordy, Randouin, etc.