Thursday, 4 March 1880

Soutzo came to bring me feathers.
This evening is mid-Lent; we go to the Opera ball: de Daillens, Dina, and I, in black, very well masked. But it was not gay. We told Rouzat that he was an old miser and a skinflint; we went to greet a good gentleman, calling him M. Grevy, M. le President, and a lady, believing us sincere, set about correcting us. But all this lacks spirit. Joseph was walking about with an elegant domino sufficiently masked for an actress and even for a woman of society. The powerful [Word blacked out: secretary] walked slowly, spoke softly, did not leave his lady, and spoke only to men as calm, as "comme il faut" as he. He was playing his role. Besides, it is the republican style; they all look or want to look like diplomats and affect a measure, manners, and expressions of refined politeness as much as the Bonapartists let themselves go.
Daillens asked him if it was an aunt with an inheritance that he was escorting with such consideration, and the illustrious man deigned to smile; as for the woman, she turned around to see the speaker and said to her: "Oh! She is short!" in a contemptuous tone. I intrigued without pleasure a lawyer named Brizard, a friend of Daillens.