Sunday, 8 February 1880

To church, then to the Gavinis’ with Maman, where there are only Randouin and Las Cases and the Comte de Bearn, who is the first to leave, and then Odette’s husband. I did not think I was in good form, but it turned out quite the opposite. Very pleasant and not eccentric. Once outside, I listened at the door to old Mother Gavini and Las Cases saying that I am one of the most intelligent women one could meet... etc., etc. You understand, if I ever tell you good things about myself, it is to give you a truer idea of me, so that you do not think I am a fool who asks heaven for things she in no way deserves. And then this Journal cannot give an idea of my conversations, it is not that I want to make you believe I am incomparable, but you see, here I record only the little miseries of each day, from which one cannot judge... you understand what I mean. I saw the Exhibition of the Cercle de la rue Saint-Arnaud today.
Soutzo came to play cards with my aunt: Géry senior is in Tunis, so there is no way of claiming from him the forfeit this perverse Gabriel owes me.