Saturday, 14 February 1880

Sixth sitting. Gabriel’s toys are bringing me more. Kiki has given me six boxes of lead soldiers and other lead figures, and a little clockwork cat that walks when you wind it up.
And so I amuse myself: I wind up the dog and play with the magnetised serpent and the snail and the frog.
Quite a crowd: Rouzat, Wodzinski, Soutzo, Turquan, Fromessant, Lahovari (secretary at the Romanian legation), Miranda, Colonna, Bichinsky, Mmes Gavini, Randouin, Poitrineau, etc.
This evening, first Saturday at the Krishabers’. Splendid reception, music and dancing, not enough people but elegant women. Naturally I still know no one except Munkacsy and his wife. I danced with a pack of toads showing off their graces for the onlookers. I have become quite slim; my arms have the firmness and fine roundness of bronze. I have adopted the hairstyle from our party. The hair twisted rather low, revealing both the shape of the skull and the nape. The front embellished with stray wisps and light curls that seem to take flight. I do not blush when dancing; only Soutzo claims I look as if I am laughing at everyone, and above all at my partners. I have been told so several times already, and I rather like it, all the more since those I am laughing at do not always see it, according to Soutzo and Co. The little fellow persists; I told him it would not work. He asks if I would marry him if he had 2,000,000 a year (we had spoken of this at table).
“Without hesitation, dear sir,” and we laugh.
“Listen, Prince, how can you expect anyone to consider you? You are nothing; you have neither future, nor career, nor profession. You are nothing but a little young man. It is deplorable!”
Maman laughs because I felt at home in this republican salon. There is a conservatory and a smoking room at the end where one would like to walk with Gabriel.
Madame Adam was there, but there was music; no way to circulate, and she left early.