Friday, 23 April 1880

We go to see La vie de Bohème, which I already knew.
Madame Gavini and her husband, back since yesterday; Nervo, Dina, and I. And Soutzo who comes bringing three boxes of sweets — with Nervo's that makes four. He comes to our box and dozes in his armchair, and people laugh at him; apparently he has the look of a man madly in love with me. I do not believe it, but it is possible.