Saturday, 1 January 1881

I go to the atelier to do a sketch; I am all alone; in comes Julian; Amélie finds us chatting very pleasantly; Julian teases me about Tony.
Cards from Caillas, from Plancy, from Loghadès (the Turkish attaché), from Gabriel (from Berlin); a bouquet from old Géry in Nice. A morocco-leather writing pad with monogram and coronet and a silver pencil from old Mother Gavini, who receives a little feather muff in exchange. I gave Amélie a corsage bouquet; she kissed me twice, and as we were alone I questioned her about the course of her love, about its beginnings, and she tells me all about it. It has been going on for six years without any variation whatsoever. She recognises his step on the stairs and the way he opens the door of the atelier, and each time it gives her the same thrill as in the first days. I understand that; if it were otherwise it would no longer be it. People say that one grows used to it, that the sensations fade; you can see that this is a mistake, and the love that changes or that is tamed is not the true one.
I should hate to change. Very few people are fortunate enough to feel true love, which is eternal even when it is not returned. As a rule one is incapable of feeling so entire a sentiment, or else one is distracted or prevented from it and makes do with scraps, which do change; that is what makes many people shrug their shoulders when one speaks of eternal or unique love, which [is] quite different and very rare.
[True love may not be eternal, but it is always unique; false or frivolous loves one no longer feels.]
To Madame Gavini’s and Madame de Brimont’s. These last few days there has been a frightful uproar about Girardin and Mme de Brimont, whom Mme Gros, widow of Duvergier de Hauranne, accuses of spying for Prussia. Absurdities, in short, but insults all the same. Girardin has obtained full satisfaction in the Chamber.
As for old Mother Brimont, so horribly insulted, her nephew M. d’Infreville, whom she introduces to us, is going to fight the widow’s husband, as Girardin puts it. There was a jury of honour of members of the Jockey Club to decide whether or not d’Infreville was entitled to fight for her, and it decided that he was.
The seconds are the Comte de Brimont, a relation of the vicomtesse, and Paul d’Abzac. It is all set out at length in the newspapers, and they also say that the husband cannot fight himself, given the enfeebled state he is in. A state like Graux’s, it seems, who would accept a challenge from no one but the husband.
Bailleul to dinner.