Thursday, 1 January 1880

Monsieur de Morgan sends a painted cone of pink satin, full of bonbons. Gabriel, the pure one, the exquisite, a pretty candy box with five or six pounds of bonbons. I send a handkerchief with lace to Berthe.
I went to the studio in the morning so that having worked on New Year's Day I shall work all year. Afterward we went out to pay calls and to the Bois. Paul left this evening at seven o'clock; Maman alone accompanied him to the carriage. The railway makes one sentimental. I let him leave without more emotion than if he were going into town, and if I had gone as far as the station I would certainly have wept. Maman comes to join us at the Theatre des Nouveautes. Paris en action, a very amusing revue. The pure one meets us there; Paul had telegraphed him (we were supposed to go yesterday and Gabriel the chaste had promised himself he would see us there).
I cough, and this makes me stay at the back of the box... and also to talk with the archangel. Virtue has become a little running joke, discreet until now. Only, as I look sad, he asks me what is the matter. "You know very well, always the same thing." After all, it is a subject for confidences with Gabriel, and then it really does torment me. My aunt says that the only thing to do is to have him introduced to me and then after a fortnight ask him if he believes it was I who wrote to him. That would be too subtle for this germ, whom I call stuffed and an imbecile, to which Gabriel replies that he would very much like to be in his place.
[Charles] des Perrieres is in the hall; he comes to greet us. [Words blacked out: not the others]
And at the exit, Filippini and Baron Rognat.
In the afternoon we met Multedo; we had the carriage stopped and warmly congratulated him.
Only I blushed, and he too, very much. He is not at all in love with his fiancee, I assure you... But he is content. Just think, he is marrying into the household; life will cost the young couple nothing; all their income will be for themselves.