Tuesday, 15 June 1880

I spent the evening between Caillas and La Cerny, whom I had told that Caillas knows the secret of making eyes look larger and of dyeing hair. She kept asking him questions, and as he had been forewarned, it was very funny. His friend Beaunels is apparently in love with me, or at least he was on the verge of falling for me in earnest. Upon which he went to consult his friend Caillas, who gave him the wise advice not to come and see me. Better a few days’ heartache than an infatuation which, given who you are, might lead to heaven knows what — a suicide, perhaps...
Yes, it is serious, apparently.