Friday, 25 March 1881

This evening at the Opéra with the Gavinis. White crêpe merveilleux gown, open in the Empire style, with long transparent sleeves. An extraordinary figure; hair dressed with ringlets falling behind from a very tight chignon. A suggestion of La Vallière.
The marquis (Casa Riera) who always inquires after me stayed only briefly, as usual. He had been asking after me at the Gavinis' on each occasion, and since he is nearly blind Mme Gavini said, leading me up: "Here is the charming little Russian." We also have Duvernoy, Gavini's cousin — a young fellow; Gabriel equally young; Géry; Basire, young and charming; then Sarlande; and the Marquis de Graves, who was in the box of the Duc de Nemours and the Comtesse d'Eu — future empress — and Saint-Amand, whom I was forgetting!
Mother Gavini says I flirted the whole time and is delighted by it — so am I, for that matter.
Only Gabriel has grown less attractive, and the first impression was so deplorable that I could not speak to him — which I told him, along with many other naive remarks of this kind.
We spent I believe two acts talking nonsense. They were giving Faust, which I did not listen to at all. I held the opera glass before my eyes so that people would not notice too plainly that I was talking the whole time. Gabriel no longer moves me but I amuse myself well enough with him. My head is full of Cassagnac, whom I never see — and every time I go out I say to myself: what if I were to meet him there, and what would he think of me, etc. And I never meet him. The Queen, whom we met yesterday in the Bois and who greeted Maman very pleasantly, is apparently going to give a masked ball, and Cassagnac will no doubt be there. I shall disguise myself as last time, or as a Louis XV nymph, or as a Rose — white dress covered in full-blown and bud roses. My garlands at the Dalmas ball were so beautiful — roses shedding their petals, floating away, looking as if they were already fading — several people told Dina what a pity it was that those flowers were wilting already.
M. de Dalmas and his son came to call.
I am back from the Théâtre-Italien.
M. and Mme Gavini, Maman, myself, Saint-Amand, and Gabriel. Saint-Amand is very pleased with the impression I make: "Everyone finds her very beautiful." Fifty people asked who I am. And if Mother Adeline says so, I believe it absolutely — she is very sincere and even blunt; with me especially she has nothing to spare.
"You will see what I shall do with my two Maries," says Saint-Amand — "Marie Van Zandt at the theatre, and this Marie here in society." God willing. There is no hiding it — I am very much remarked; I give myself all due credit. Gabriel came this afternoon because I invited him yesterday to come this evening. I was very smart all in black; and this evening I wear a bodice of white crêpe de Chine, gathered in the Virgin style, low-cut, short sleeves, a great cord of white roses worn diagonally and roses hanging down to near the knees. Same hair as yesterday.
In these ordinary boxes one talks less — and Patti sings so well; she is marvellous in "Louise," which I love.
I was almost certain I would see Cassagnac — perhaps he was there, but I look and see little of the audience; the ground-floor boxes are so dark. And then this evening he does not occupy my thoughts as he did this afternoon. Gabriel is very agreeable, but... but what?
The truth is, when I have seen him three times I always want him to leave as quickly as possible. Because... because I am attracted to this boy and I know perfectly well that it is not what is wanted... and this sympathy is not, or rather... it is hard to say; in short a great deal of what enters into it is... enough. But as for Cassagnac — do I admire him, do I share his convictions and ideas, do I even read his inanities about religion and about this Empire that would be a copy of royalty??
No. And yet! But what is it that I love in him?! Ah — there it is.
I am forced to admit that one can feel such an absurd and inexplicable thing — and there are days when one would... I was going to say sacrifice, no, never that, but forget one's convictions and everything in the world for this man, stripped then of all that I had judged necessary to make a passion.
The six of us drove home in the landau, laughing the whole way.
I am so wealthy! If I saw any clear intention on Gabriel's part I would attribute it to my fortune. Even now I suspect him of ulterior motives.
There is a buyer for our villa at four hundred thousand francs cash — that gives me four hundred thousand francs in addition to the land and income I mentioned.

Notes

Empire style (à l'Empire): the neoclassical fashion of Napoleon I's First Empire (1804–1814), characterized by high waists directly under the bosom, low necklines, long sleeves, and light fabrics with minimal understructure.
Louise de La Vallière (1644–1710): favourite of Louis XIV, famous for her blonde beauty and gentle manner. The comparison suggests cascading ringlets and a softly romantic look.
The Duc de Nemours (1814–1896) was the son of King Louis-Philippe and a prominent Orléanist pretender. The Comtesse d'Eu was Princess Isabel of Brazil, wife of Gaston d'Orléans, Comte d'Eu — not actually a future empress, but in line for the Brazilian throne.
Gounod's Faust (1859) was the most frequently performed opera at the Paris Opéra in this period.
The Théâtre-Italien (also called Salle Ventadour or Théâtre des Italiens) was the Paris home of Italian opera — particularly Patti's season.
Marie Van Zandt (1858–1919): American coloratura soprano who had a great success in Paris in this period, creating the role of Lakmé at the Opéra-Comique in 1883. Saint-Amand was evidently hoping to advance both a stage Marie and a society Marie simultaneously.