Thursday, 1 April 1880

We pay visits and then go to the Horse Show. I send the atelier a crate of oranges, hollowed out and stuffed with paper. I send word to Tony that Julian is waiting for him at four o’clock at the Café Véron. I send word to Amélie that her dog is lost, and I write to Mme Mouzay that a very great trouble has befallen us and that she should come at once. As for Berthe, I invited her to the Odéon to see “The Wedding of Attila,” the new drama by M. de Barnier. She was ready when I sent word that it was an April Fool’s joke.
Mme Mouzay, who was ill, got up to come, accompanied by her daughter; great alarm.
“Dear God, what is it?” 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 Les Étrangleurs de 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.

Notes

Les Étrangleurs de Paris means “The Stranglers of Paris”; no English title is established, so the French title is kept. ↩