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 Trinité. Berthe having asked us to call for her, we take her along. Neither she nor we were invited to the contract party, only to the mass. At once Mme Gavini has me sit beside her, with Haussmann, Marshal Canrobert and Filippini’s brother. This woman is delightful sometimes; our conversation during the hour and a half and more that the ceremony lasted would make a charming article for La Vie Parisienne.
She kept mixing up Multedo’s virtues with the dress she is having made, and the bride’s beauty with I no longer remember what...
It was very funny.
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 has said often enough that I had none; it was time he did me justice at last.
He has made a very fine marriage there; the young woman is very pretty and will have 60,000 francs a year. She is infatuated with him, and besides, 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 recognised under the Empire, and Joseph Arnaud’s Republic not recognising new titles.
On the whole, the ceremony amused me, and I think the man very lucky, and the woman too, for that matter.
It seems this makes one want to marry; it does nothing for me.
Hecht is behind this Adam business... You must admit I have no luck.