Diary of Marie Bashkirtseff
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Thursday, 1 April 1880

We pay visits and then go to the Horse Show. I send to the atelier a crate of oranges emptied and filled with paper. I send word to Tony that Julian is waiting for him at four o'clock at the Cafe Veron. I send word to Amelie that her dog is lost, and I write to Mme de Mouzay that a very great trouble has befallen us and that she should come at once. As for Berthe, I invited her to the Odeon to see "The Wedding of Attila," the new drama by M. de Barnier. She was ready when I had her told it was an April fool.
Mme de Mouzay, who was ill, got up to come, accompanied by her daughter; great alarm.
"What is it, my God?" she said to my aunt, who knew nothing.
"Why, nothing," she replied.
"What do you mean, nothing!"
Thereupon a little scene, but it amuses me, and we go to see The Stranglers of Paris, but I sleep almost the whole time, for I must tell you that for more than a fortnight now I have had such ringing in my ears that I am deaf enough to miss almost everything the actors say, from my box facing the stage.