Friday, 25 February 1881

She arrived this morning with Dina, and I only went to the atelier at one o'clock. I expected changes after this journey. And nothing.
The same maddening stories about Alexandre's rapacity and cunning — his feats of pilfering at everyone's expense. Then Paul's marriage: it took place at Michel's, and the next day Paul brought his wife to Gavronzi. M. Bashkirtseff, very moved, came out on the steps to receive them and embraced the young woman, who threw herself at Maman's feet with cries and sobs, her hair unloosed — very beautiful black hair. Maman herself could not take a step, her knees were so weak. As for Paul, pale and trembling, he stood leaning against the wall. Then general embracing. M. Bashkirtseff compared Maman to a hen trying to cover her chicks with her wings. Well — they are settled at Gavronzi in a separate wing. But the old father-in-law is as mean as can be and has given nothing to the wife, who is pretty as a picture, and with a certain naivety... Maman told her she was going to find her more elegant little boots, and the young woman begged her not to:
"He has always seen me poorly dressed and poorly shod — he loved me like that. It is better not to accustom him to coquetries that I could not then give up on his account."
And then various incidents of provincial life. O sublime Balzac! O admirable realist. The father-in-law is a type. You recall that a year ago the marriage was broken off amid great scandal.
In my absence the Gavini woman and the princess came — they had been told of the arrival.
Then my aunt and I speak of Saint-Amand, the Gérys, Brimont, etc., and they speak to us of their friends there. I ask you — after so long an absence, the first day taken up with all these indifferent people... I feel unease about it. Besides... I had grown accustomed to this absence; I am already accustomed to the return. Have I then no heart — as la Mouzay would say? Judge for yourself.
But the constant thought that all these people are the cause of my death prevents me from thinking of anything else.