Sunday, 27 March 1881

I reckon four hundred thousand francs, and in Russia there are sixty thousand roubles of capital which can be realised in a few weeks — that makes six hundred thousand francs; and I shall have a hundred and fifty thousand roubles’ worth of land sold (my aunt has land worth five hundred thousand roubles). That will give me a million francs to dispose of independently of my family’s income. I am delighted at the thought: it would mean independence, security. Apart from my fifty thousand francs of income (at five per cent), I shall have forty thousand from my family during their lifetime (leaving them thirty thousand francs a year). So there I am, mistress of nearly a hundred thousand francs a year. It is the villa that has given rise to all of this.
I went to the Gavinis’ — I was coming down as Basire was going up. Then to the Bois; crowds of people; I am delighted and build the most fanciful castles in the air.
Bojidar dines here. And then — that is, before — Berthe’s visit. Everyone says she has fallen in the world and that in Nice she was seen at the theatre with kept women. It comes from so many quarters at once that one is inclined to believe it... only it is so dreadful!
She has confided in Maman; she wants to leave her husband, laughs at propriety, and sings the praises of young Blanc. In short she looks as if she has lost her reason.
And my head is full of Cassagnac. Is it not extraordinary?!
It will soon be three years since I last spoke to him.
And I can conceive of love with no one but him. He is thirty-seven and I met him when he was thirty-two — five years ago now, and for five years he has occupied my thoughts, more or less, always...
Before I had even seen him I felt something extraordinary was coming, and from the very first moment of our acquaintance there was — I cannot say what... When I met him I was aware neither of his brilliant position then nor of anything in politics, yet all of it came as a revelation. And now that he has lost his prestige I still feel capable of lying at his feet... he is, moreover, the only one who is my equal in love, the only one I would find it natural to love... With others it would be condescension and I should ultimately be humiliated, but with him it would be Love, passion... frenzy... One knows these things, I assure you; I compose stories behind closed eyes, and I... could love only him... up to now... I had believed that a man must be superior, a man of genius or at least great talent, to be loved...
But in any case I do not love him — I say only that I could love none but him, but... we shall see.