Monday, 10 May 1880

What is good is when I want to thwart my inclinations. I have never yet succeeded; I have not even tried to struggle. Everything is limited to a resolution taken in advance and a course of conduct never followed. Everything is done under the inspiration of the moment, as it pleases me and as it comes.
Diplomacy I do not — or rather, it is simply that I find it disagreeable not to follow my nature, and so I follow it.
Thus I promise myself to give Soutzo the cold shoulder, and every evening he finds a way — I find a way too — for him to kiss my hand while saying goodnight, when there is no one around. He and I almost look like people who have an understanding — that indefinable and so visible air. In any case, I treat him with friendly brusqueness and laugh in his face, not hiding that I mock him and saying the harshest things to him while laughing.
Old Gery came again. Kiriewsky too, but we left him to go to the Queen's — who is truly a very good and very amiable woman. She is very fond of me and told me to come see her in Maman's absence.
"You will come alone, and if you cannot come alone, come with your aunt. It will always give me great pleasure."
We speak of my painting with the Marquise d'Altavilla and the young Marquise de Merced.
Then to the Juvisys', where we find Count Yourow.
They say little Juvisy is the daughter of Emile de Girardin and of the canoness who passes for his sister but who is her mother. I do not believe it, because you know... what is said of Emile de Girardin...
In the evening, at the Salon, where we find a whole company: the Gavinis, Chaudordy, Rivoli, etc. etc.
Soutzo accompanies us home. Dina and I, tired, hang on his arms. At eleven in the evening in this neighborhood, one meets no one. The mothers walked together.
Soutzo is vile — he pretends to have injured his knee and limps, and he is far away.