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 I did the other Sunday at Pasdeloup’s. Afterwards, 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 go on writing this diary. 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. Hence the wrath. What can one do? It is horrible, but now my sight is growing weak and my eyes hurt; let us hope that blindness will not be long in coming.

Notes

In Latin in the original: Unae irae (so in the source; probably for Unde irae or Inde irae, “whence / hence the wrath”). ↩