Wednesday, 7 January 1880

I went to endure an evening at the Mouzays' in order to make the acquaintance of L. Enault, the art critic, and his wife, who is a painter. It is done. Do you remember an evening at Mme de Tunis's in honor of the Bey's son?
Well, the Prince was accompanied by a distinguished young Arab, consul in Algiers, named Allegro.
So it seems I have inspired a mad passion in this Allegro; he speaks of nothing less than marrying me and is always tormenting Mme de Tunis to arrange it. She told me about it this evening; it is very droll. He wants to create for me an existence out of the Thousand and One Nights, with lions, hunts for extraordinary beasts, and then, when she no longer wants that, we shall go to Paris and she shall do whatever she wishes; I shall give her a riding crop and she shall beat me. Naturally this lady laughs at it, as I do, and tells him it is not worth the trouble; he waits only for a word to come from Algiers. I am willing to have him introduced to me, but let him bring me a little lion.
The commission will be given to him, which he will find entirely natural; he has such beasts like dogs, and very tame.