Saturday, 26 March 1881

M. de Dalmas and his son came to call.
I am just back from the Italian Opera.
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 no feelings 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 attract a great deal of notice; 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 the right thing... and this liking 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

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. ↩