Saturday, 5 February 1881

After working until five o'clock we go to the Juvisys'. Gown of silk muslin, very supple, very draped; short. [Words blackened: Roses on] the right shoulder, the stems pass through the sash and join other roses falling in cascades to the hem of the dress; this makes almost the entire front a mass of flowers.
I am in good spirits — Tony having been very kind: "The starting point is good, it is going well, you will manage; courage. It is very good. Continue, do not waste time." That is the best [words blackened: he told me]. It ought to delight me — well, I no longer find it easy; that is to say, it is just enough to make me work with courage.
At the Juvisys': my aunt, myself, Émile de Girardin, Albéric Second, Count Cetner, the Baronne de Beyens (minister's wife [sic] of Belgium), M. and Mme Appletcheieff, and others. In all we are seventeen. The Appletcheieffs are from the Nice set — mine met them at the consul's, the Howards, etc. He is very amiable and brings his wife over to make my acquaintance. An Italian [word blackened: singer] sang tolerably well. And I flirted with Émile. We dine next to each other. I do not know how it happens — but I hear well and converse very much at my ease. Not very pretty this evening, but content enough otherwise.
There are days — as at the Brimonts' — when one cannot find two words in a row, and others... and then one is very amiable. They had the air of "having caught me at last" — I, who always fail at the last moment, came and was on time! Well — I do not deserve to be made such a fuss over.
[Words blackened: People say that] for thirty or forty years Girardin has been... harmless; others say that the young Juvisy, nearly twenty, is his daughter. The funny thing is that she resembles him unmistakably — he so ugly, she like a little Watteau.
He is amiable to me — I do not know what to say about it... When they introduce him to you, they have the air of saying: "Ladies and gentlemen, here is Émile de Girardin, aged God knows how many years, he still walks, talks, and flirts, like a natural person! Come see the phenomenon; if you speak to him, he will answer as though he were still a sentient being!"
I am quite surprised at having conversed well — I who have so many ravishing things to say when there is no one, and find nothing when I ought. I have a high opinion of myself, and when I am at my best I cannot contain my surprise and satisfaction. Poor Émile stays until half past eleven and becomes more and more drowsy as the hour advances.

Notes

Émile de Girardin (1802–1881): the founding father of the modern French popular press, creator of La Presse (1836). By 1881 he was in his late seventies and still a notable figure in Paris society; he died in April of this year. Marie's satirical portrait of him as a fossil exhibit is characteristic.
Harmless (inoffensif): a euphemism for sexually impotent; the word carries a rueful double meaning in context.