Sunday, 18 April 1880

At the Duchess de Fitz-James's.
Soutzo sits, we are good friends; then I go to see Madame Gavini — in the afternoon again — with the family; then to the Brochetons'; then to the Bois, where I see that abominable Joseph, who looks at me while I do not look at him; we even meet him three times without doing anything to bring it about. The Mouzays for dinner. I am still tired from my fainting spell.