Sunday, 21 November 1880

Yesterday the day was spent running about with Madeleine Delsarte through the most outlying neighborhoods in search of a model for the competition. We lunched on cakes in the carriage. In the evening, a small party at Madame Engelhardt's. I go so that people will not say I am ill. We make the acquaintance of several Russian ladies but invite no one except Thomas de Barbarin, who arrived very late. We talked and had tea.
Saint-Amand came to do his antics here around one o'clock; the Tchoumakoffs arrived at the same time, then Berthe, then Madame Engelhardt to thank me for coming — "I who go nowhere and who was all that is most amiable in the world in making an exception in her favor."
Then Father and Mother Denis.
Then we go to Dr. Potain's; Berthe accompanies us that far. She complains of the persecutions of her old-maid sister and her mother, who takes pleasure in making trouble between her and her husband.
The poor thing has tears in her voice. My God, it is quite possible she is being persecuted — in families it happens — but that does not prevent all Paris from saying she is the mistress of young Blanc.
That she should have a lover, and a rich lover, was inevitable, given the husband she has. I knew that even before the marriage. But never mind.
It is about me. I am reading Emile de Girardin's pamphlet L'egale de l'homme [Woman, Man's Equal]. It is long-winded despite a certain brusqueness, and its logic is not logical at all. But despite everything it is good since it is in favor of equality. My Sundays must be spent preparing to take examinations; I must be at least, at least a bachelor of arts when woman emerges from her humiliation. And then I shall go to see Hubertine Auclert next Sunday, at 12 rue du Cail.

Notes

Hubertine Auclert (1848-1914), leading French suffragist and feminist activist.