Sunday, 1 February 1880

Tolmatcheff to lunch.
Filippini has not yet had his second sitting; I sent him away today so that I could go out. At the Gavinis’ we are introduced to M. de Saint-Amant. The famous dilettante, artist, connoisseur, launcher of prima donnas and society women, the friend of all pretty women; he follows fashion or makes it.
He had been told a great deal about me, and I noticed that he was examining the subject closely.
At Mme Krishaber’s, Mme Munkacsy, the wife of the famous painter. I saw Baron Arnaud in the Bois, on horseback with the Duc Guichard. I turned away from them without any show of it, but had time to see that the Baron is handsome... he has something, after all.
Madame Adam did not come. It makes me loathe everything. I am furious that Soutzo is dining at the same time as the Mouzays. The women would not bother me, but the young man bores me. Mme Gavini says I would do well to accept him. If I had everyone else’s ideas, yes, but...
At present I say openly that I shall marry at twenty-four.
“When will you be twenty-four?” he asked me this evening.
“In four years.”
“And it is only then that one may aspire...”
“Yes, to that honour.”
“And if I came forward?”
“We shall see about that in four years.”
“I am in despair.”
The Viscountess de Brimond, the political woman of our building, is very affable. She chatted with Maman the other day on the staircase, and this evening she greeted me.