Sunday, 11 April 1880

I go to bring strawberries to Mme Gavini and find there Chaudordy, Valentine, and Las Cases.
Las Cases is amiable. The paternal Chaudordy calls him 'my little brother,' but Valentine has a watchful eye and does not like anyone to encroach upon her marquis. This morning I drew Soutzo; I am making a small portrait of him. At noon Anna Nordgren arrived and finished the portrait of me she began last year. She signs it, dedicates it to me, and gives it to me. It is not very lifelike — it is small and round-faced, especially the cheek; I am in my working dress, a black alpaca coat and white jabot, with the ribbon of the Legion of Honor... As she was about to sign at the bottom, the brush made a red mark at the buttonhole; we left it there and she signed at the top of the canvas. I am shown in profile, with a very resolute air, and that ribbon gives a most singular appearance.
Soutzo sends me miraculous strawberries and three little pots of cream. These attentions almost touch me. He is leaving soon for London, where he hopes to obtain a post as embassy secretary. But bother.
Then to Mouzay's, who has us invited by a Mme Oger de Briare who is giving a costume ball next Thursday.
We visited Mme de Bailleul, who is decidedly remarrying the Comte de Girardin, a member of the Jockey Club, impeccable in family and connections, twenty thousand francs a year, and fifty-two years of age. She admits to forty-five and has the same fortune.
At her house I am introduced to Mme d'Audiffret, the mother-in-law of the illustrious Émile d'Audiffret, and to her daughters Marie and Dolores.
O Astonishing Émile!