Sunday, 11 July 1880

I have just returned from driving in the Bois with my aunt and the Gavinis. We talked as usual about a bit of everything; the Audiffrets were mentioned --- they are received everywhere. Even before arriving at that name I could bear it no longer. Such conversations kill me. And my aunt is so foolish to always speak of people we do not know. It makes me ill. If I said so, they would think me mad. You were well dressed, pretty, there were people, it was our delightful drive, you enjoyed yourself. I can bear it no longer; I am dying of it.
Who will deliver me from this, my God. What is atrocious is that I cannot say it to anyone. These are moments that age you by a year. Every word is a wound. You do not understand!!! To say in front of me that one has paid a call is already too much; it hurts me. I can no longer bear this wretched, uncertain existence, these petty wounds to my pride --- petty but every minute, but always. They inflict them without meaning to; they do not even inflict them; it happens by itself.
That poor Oelsnitz makes me sad; my aunt is not taking her to Mont-Dore, and she will stay here alone. She never speaks. Besides, since Maman and Dina left, no one speaks to anyone. I never say anything except to ask for water or something at the table. My aunt says almost nothing. Oelsnitz says nothing. We see each other only at meals; the rest of the time I spend in my room, and at table I read the newspapers and do not raise my eyes. Besides, I almost never speak in the family unless it is to quarrel or complain. What do you expect me to say to these people?
Little Oelsnitz is never taken to the theater or to the Bois, and she is only twenty. I am truly charming to complain when I do not see this child beside me; and so it has long been a reproach to me. Starting tomorrow, I shall take her to the Bois and then I shall take her out as often as possible. I want to bring her to Mont-Dore, but there will have to be arguments and my aunt will not understand why I insist... besides, the pleasure the girl would have from the trip will not be worth all these arguments, and I would do much better not to abandon her upon my return.