Wednesday, 25 February 1880

While running after the model Léonie, I have made the acquaintance of almost the entire honourable Beaudoin family. It is pure Zola, the Zola of Nana; indeed, that is the name I give Léonie. A mixture of naivety... astonishing. For the moment she does not pose: “I posed when I did not know what I was doing; it is not decent to pose. I am in a dress shop; it does not amuse me, mind you, but he wants me to.”
“Who?”
“My friend, because I am living with a gentleman.”
And her sister tells me she is crazy about him, especially since he started beating her.
This evening at the Opera with M. and Mme Gavini, Mme and Mlle Dureau (Haussmann’s box, similar to Casa-Riera’s), Chaudordy, Lahirle, Saint-Amand, Haussmann. I begin to like Haussmann; I shall do his portrait for the next Salon. The house is very beautiful this evening; “all society is there.” The Queen of Spain levels her glasses at us. But Gavini takes me on to the Théâtre-Français, where my family is and where Hernani is being given, the 50th anniversary of the play. I take Saint-Amand with us; we arrive for the fifth act. Sarah recites verses by Coppée. They acclaim the poet, Sarah, Hugo... it is very fine, but the audience is undistinguished.
Saint-Amand is busy launching Cassagnac’s Swede, Mme de Boje, introduced the other evening at the Foreign Ministry, whose beauty made a sensation. There must be some mistake; it cannot be the same woman. [Two lines crossed out]