Thursday, 25 November 1880

We go to the Chamber of Deputies, but at half past three I am obliged to leave; I was about to faint, as the other Sunday at Pasdeloup. Afterward, to the dressmaker's. I should have gone to Madame de Brimont's, but I am too exhausted.
I send her roses.
It is with the greatest repugnance that I continue to write this journal. My aunt has suddenly flown into a fury at the very name of Mademoiselle de Villevieille. Perhaps she said I was becoming deaf, and it was reported to my aunt. Unae irae. What would you have? It is horrible, but now my sight is weakening and my eyes hurt; one must hope that blindness will not be long in coming.