Tuesday, 3 February 1880

The Multedo-Satena wedding. It went off delightfully; everything was there: bishop, Queen Isabella, etc., etc., at the church of the Trinite. Berthe having asked to be fetched, we bring her along. Neither she nor we were invited to the contract party, but only to the mass. At once Mme Gavini takes me at her side with Haussmann, Marshal Canrobert, and the brother of Filippini. This woman is delightful sometimes; our conversation during the hour and a half [Crossed out: and more] that the ceremony lasted would make a charming article for La Vie Parisienne.
She interweaving the virtues of Multedo with the dress she is having made and the beauty of the bride with I know not what...
It was very droll.
We then go to the sacristy to congratulate the bride and groom and the whole family, old Mme Filippini too; they are cousins. Multedo introduces me to his wife as an angel and a young girl full of heart, etc. He said often enough that I had none, so as to render me justice at last.
He has made a very fine marriage there; the young woman is very pretty and will have 60,000 francs of income. She is infatuated, and then he is a count. By the way, he is a count and his father is a Spanish marquis, so that in legal documents they have no titles, these titles not having been recognized under the Empire, and Joseph Arnaud's Republic not recognizing new titles.
On the whole, this ceremony amused me, and I find the man very happy and the woman too, besides.
It seems this makes one want to marry; for me, it says nothing.
There is Hecht behind the Adam affair... Admit that I have no luck.