Monday, 9 February 1880

I went to see the Mirlitons exhibition with Mlle de Villevieille at 11 o’clock, leaving the atelier an hour early. There is a Detaille so beautiful that I would gladly buy it if I had the money. And at four o’clock it is with de Daillens that I leave the atelier; we go and eat cakes at Guene’s, I take her home, laughing, and then in the Champs-Élysées, in the dusk, I saw Arnaud on horseback. It reminded me so cruelly of Juliette Lamber, in everything, that I began to weep all alone in the carriage... And it is Hecht. But why?! I have never done anything to him.
This evening, coming down the Opera staircase on the arm of Count J. Murat, I saw him; he too was coming down, almost in front of me; he went to the right, we to the left, to go to the round room where everyone waits for their carriages. That horrible Jew! I would like to meet him to see his face. I was in white tulle with a bouquet of fresh lily-of-the-valley at my bodice. Mme Gavini, Dina, Las Cases, Murat and his son, Filippini nicknamed Kiki, Gavini, and Casa-Riera with her cavalier...
Soutzo came to our box with bonbons.

Notes

Henri Hecht, whom Marie calls «le Juif» throughout 1880. See the note at 086/1879-08-07. ↩