Tuesday, 17 February 1880

Wodzinsky and Kiki to lunch. Sitting missed; the Poitrineaus arrive. They are stupid and ridiculous because the daughter thinks she is going to marry Kiki.
Another sensational evening. Patti in La Traviata. We have a Tuesday subscription. In any case there are only two evenings a week. The boxes at the Gaîté are very good for showing off gowns; one is seen to perfection. Mme Gavini, Dina, Gavini, and I. Then visitors: M. Béhir, Zurlo, Soutzo, Fromessant, etc., etc.
We make an impression. I am décolletée, in a faille gown with a pointed bodice. But no government people, as there were yesterday; I like being ogled by those people. As for the others, I pay no attention to them; besides, I am seasoned now: people look at me and I do not see it.
As for the ravishing singer, the adorable actress, there is nothing to say. She is perfect. Again thanks to the Gavinis, we come out together with the Duchess of Malakoff and her daughter. That looks well to the masses.
That Soutzo looks smitten. “The way she treats him!” cries Mme Gavini, “but that is how one must treat them.”