Monday, 10 May 1880

The fine thing is when I decide to go against 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.
So I promise myself to be stony with Soutzo, and every evening he finds a way — I find a way too — for him to kiss my hand as he says goodnight, when no one is about. 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, making no secret that I am laughing at him, and telling him the harshest things with a laugh.
Old Géry 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 and see her while Maman is away.
“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 her 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 neighbourhood, one meets no one. The mothers walked together.
Soutzo is vile — he pretends to have injured his knee and limps, and he has far to go.