Sunday, 15 February 1880

My old harpist sends two tickets for the Conservatoire, and I go there with Maman, leaving at home the Poitrineaus, Wodzinski, and Kiki who was leaving!
Hecht is there, in a box with Mme Adam and two other ladies. They saw us... As for me, I did not hear well what was being played. These wretched miseries are blows of a club... Yet, why does he bear a grudge against me? I believe it is Maman who invented this to explain something I do not know. They tell me, Maman, my aunt, and Dina, that I am blind. "How, my dear, this man came every day and twice a day, and you believe he had nothing in mind? Whom have you seen come like him and be there in ecstasy like him? Are you an imbecile then?! And when he saw that they looked at him as a Jew, when Motta told him so, he became our enemy." It is a supposition and not an explanation. But I have enough bad luck in life for it to be true.
You remember, we dined at his house; he was to dine at ours the day after next, and at six o'clock in the evening we received his telegram. Since then, two visits, then nothing. But why rack one's brain searching when one can do nothing about it? What does the cause matter when the result is so detestable!
We paid a visit to Mme de Bailleul, who has just settled in; at her place was Mme Grandperret. You know, old Madame Bailleul is a complete friend; she dines at our house three times a week, and la Mouzay calls her a freeloader.
You see, what makes me concern myself sometimes with Arnaud is that I must have everything that is better, everything talked about, everything attended to; everything that rises or makes noise fascinates me, and I must have it.
It is not that Arnaud is, but after all he is the undisputed lion of the Republic, the first young man of the Government, the dandy of official society, and even the other world takes notice of him and seems to consider him as worth more than "those ruffians."