Saturday, 26 February 1881

La Bailleul and the princess to dinner; after which the six women chat in the blue sitting room.
I, in a great rage, on account of the newspapers talking of the parties being given on all sides.
O my family!! Since la Bailleul was speaking of Multedo (she is intimate with his mother-in-law) — his wife is much talked of, as she is very pretty — my family might suppose I regret not having married this respectable gentleman: a Bonapartist, Corsican or French, a papal count (his father is a marquis by the King of Spain's grant), and poor as Job. So I shall say nothing to them this evening; they would attribute my ill humour to what I have just said. That tells you all you need to know of them, and I have nothing to add.
But if there were anything good Maman would already have told me. There is nothing, and I am mad to keep hoping for some change. What makes me want to scream until I die is that these people are quite calm and seem to believe that this existence is natural — that they owe me nothing! But they worry about my health, and this very evening they proposed that I go to Spain. Well!! There is nothing more to say; it is always the same!! Only — it relieves one a little to write it, and makes one weep.

Notes

Comte du pape: a title of nobility granted by the Pope, distinct from the hereditary French titles. Multedo is presented as socially presentable but financially ruined — precisely the kind of match Marie's family might have urged upon her.