Sunday, 18 January 1880

We pay many calls. At the Gavinis’ there is a crowd. The entire Multedo family, except him. The marquis, the marquise, and Mme Piccioni, née Multedo. We exchange courtesies. I chat with Las Cases and Nervo.
Las Cases has sixty thousand francs a year and a fine mansion on the rue Saint-Florentin.
I was mistaken in supposing him penniless.
The Countess Waldner and the Viscountess Pernety were not at home. We leave cards there, and at Mme Adam’s too.
Doctors and other serious people at Mme Krishaber’s.
On returning home we find the Lancasters and M. Bertin, and once they have gone M. Géry arrives. The father of the incomparable...
I am inclined towards melancholy thanks to my cough and the pain in my side. This gives me a tragic air, and the adorable Gabriel reappears. He has no doubt already received my parcel.
Ah! All these people bore me! I should like to free myself so as to see whomever I please. To marry a Russian or an Italian so as to be free in France..., a great nobleman of very good standing. Or else to marry Gambetta or Arnaud, but these are only dreams.
A Russian or an Italian, that is reality. But a Frenchman of good society, who necessarily belongs to some party — never! Unless it were an exceptional fortune.
You understand me at last.
I find society people insipid! And note that I see Bonapartists, who are the amusing ones... Yes, society for the proprieties, but the intelligent world...
Ah! I am unhappy.