Monday, 13 December 1880

This really is the limit. We are finishing dinner when I am given the card of Princess Karageorgevitch, who asks if she can be received.
Bojidar waits for the answer in the antechamber. Utterly astonished, I send word to say yes, but it is my aunt who receives them in the blue drawing room.
I enter only after making sure they are chatting calmly as if nothing had happened.
“Well then, Princess?” I say, entering.
“You are astonished to see me?”
“Why, yes — why have you come back?”
“M. Soutzo has gone, so we are coming back.”
“What has that to do with it?”
“He was a pig, a wretch, and you had admitted him to intimacy, over the heads of my children!”
“Ah! Good heavens, you astonish me.”
“If you knew the horrible things he said about you! And now he has left covered in shame; he stole papers, jewels from his sisters, who knows what — he is a nasty piece of work, he has had to go into hiding. And he said horrible things about you, Marie.”
“Well now, he told me that it was you who said atrocious things about us.”
“Ah! The wretch! What! He had not been introduced to you a week when you were rehearsing this play together, and the pig dared say to Bojidar: you know, Bojidar, I can get you a servant’s role if you like.”
“Ah! He said horrible things about us. That surprises me, and yet it doesn’t. You know, we welcome everyone in the same manner.”
“That is precisely what I reproach you for! Soutzo belonged in your antechamber!”
And thereupon endless elaborations. I told her quite frankly what I think of her and of everyone:
“Another in my place, Madame, would not wish to see you again, but I — ah! If you knew how I despise all these petty miseries, and then, you see, it is impossible for me to bear a grudge against people I am indifferent to. If I cared for you, your impolite conduct would anger me... but I do not care for you. You used to come every day — that was fine; you stopped coming — that was equally fine; now you come back — it is still all the same to me.”
“Oh! If it is disagreeable to you, I shall go,” said the good woman, rising and laughing.
“But no,” I resumed, holding her back by her skirts, “I did not say disagreeable, I said indifferent — do stay. You are mad and your sons are mad. When people asked me why we had quarrelled, I always answered that I believed you were all touched with madness.”
“Bojidar — it was out of jealousy that he was furious,” exclaimed the Princess.
“I was indignant,” said my aunt, “to meet Bojidar, who did not greet me and made faces.”
“That was when you were with Soutzo, with that ignoble creature!”
“I too made faces,” cried the Princess, “I was indignant to see you with him.”
“As for Bojidar, that was a small matter,” I said. “If he made faces, one had only to catch him and pull his ears like a little boy’s.”
“If you knew what he said about you!” continued Bojidar. “But I could not tell you; if Paul had been there, I would have told him — it is an outrage. This Soutzo is a pig...”
“But you too, my poor Bojidar — you were a ‘pig’ not to warn us that a gentleman admitted to our home was saying what he was saying.”
“That is true!” cried Bojidar with enthusiasm. “But... I wanted to tell only Paul, so that it would be serious.”
“To sum up, my good friends, you are all the same. Berthe tells me you slander us; you tell me Berthe speaks ill of us. Soutzo claims that your sons, Madame, are dreadful scamps and that our falling-out had rebounded on us, and afterwards you blacken us frightfully. You in turn assure me that Soutzo is an atrocious rogue.”
I was half laughing as I delivered my tirade, and the whole time these lunatics were visiting I could only laugh while listening to them and repeat to them, laughing: “Ah! You amuse me, all this is very good, and you are very good lunatics...”
What shall I tell you? And first of all, that I am pleased to renew relations with these people; the boys are a godsend to me.
As for the slander, I despise it, since I do not deserve it.
But the Princess is right; we were imprudent with Soutzo, and you cannot believe how much I was pushed into it by my aunt. Besides, Soutzo was as insinuating as could be; you saw how he imposed himself. I am not surprised that he speaks ill of me — he spoke ill of everyone to me. The Karageorgevitches are perhaps no better, except Alexis, who is a very good boy.
I despise slander... because I can do nothing about it and by this show of contempt I put my mind at rest... and also because too many people slander, I end up getting used to it. You know my life — judge me.
I do not say this so that you will exalt my virtues, for my imprudences and follies are enough to blacken me considerably, but after all, that is all it is. Judge for yourselves, besides. As for indiscretions like the Soutzo business, I have almost nothing to do with them. Maman and above all my aunt encouraged him and made scenes when I wanted to keep him at a distance. They clung to him out of vanity, as to a conquest of mine, and did not suspect that it could do harm... Well, it is done — let us move on. I accept the responsibility all the same, but grant me extenuating circumstances.
Yet I could have resisted my mothers more, but as all this had a gracious purpose, I let it be. I shall not do so again.
I did not doubt that Bojidar was furiously jealous of the other — not from love... but from anything at all. After all, it all goes back to our play, and then this Princess is so mad. Still, these Karageorgevitches are honest people all the same, and there is nothing to be said against them, whereas Soutzo has done a good many shabby things.