Sunday, 23 May 1880

I spend the morning arranging hats and playing with my dogs: Prater, Coco, Pincio, and his two children, Thing and Whatsit — both white.
At the Gavinis': Chaudordy, Nervo, Las Cases, and then Valentine, the Duchess de Valence.
De Daillens has just left. She invites me to dinner Wednesday, a grand soiree after. You see, I do go into society.
Soutzo will no doubt not come. It is not only that, but I feel myself entering a black series. I expect all sorts of troubles; I want to cry and would like to hide under a table, close my eyes and stop my ears, if only they would leave me alone.
Julian came to look for a background together. In seeing him out, I met Mme de Brimond, who came in and stayed an hour at our house.
Here is a long piece from the Gazette des Femmes. I subscribe but know no one there and wonder who provided them with this information. Pelikan's daughter and Mme Cross, Anitchkoff and the pope at dinner. I would like to see all these people to the devil, yet I worried about whether Soutzo will come or not — not for the pleasure of seeing him, but from vanity. Last evening at the Franckensteins', they must have turned him against me. Alexis and Bojidar were there, and the others.