Sunday, 17 April 1881

The whole day as a family — Monsieur, Madame and myself. First to church, then to the Gavinis'; we take Mme Gavini with us. The weather is superb, the Bois delicious; I have a perfect hat that makes me positively pretty. At the Pré Catalan, all the elegant set: Mmes de Reverseaux, Thouvenel, de Joly, Janvier, etc. — and Montgomery with a tray of cups, playing the waiter.
Still no invitation to the Queen's. I dreamed of Cassagnac again — and of two small children; he was showing me his house and speaking warmly of his home.
Maman went to see Mme de Peyronney, who is apparently adorable.
The Tchoumakoffs and the Princess dine with us, and in the evening a costume ball at Mme de Lalande's — a friend of the Juvisys and of la Bailleul, whom the latter brought to us the other Saturday.
A ravishing, artistic apartment — but far too small. Everything was very good, magnificent costumes, but there was no dancing; people were crushed together, and impossible to see even the hem of a skirt or anyone's feet. And the heat!
Many Russians — la Basilevitch, the Kanchines, Engelhardt, Plancy, Tanlay, a crowd of familiar faces.
We go in a group — my father, Dina, myself, Alexis and Bojidar, la Bailleul, la Cerny, the Tchoumakoffs. Ravishing American women, and what seems to me a great many ageing adventuresses of society. Mme Cartwright, whom I knew through Sarah when she came to the studio one day, greets me and invites me to call on her; not knowing how to respond, I introduce Papa, who finds her very beautiful. Then the Comtesse de Trobillant — an old-style eccentric American who invites us to her home. La Bailleul knew almost everyone.
I do not enjoy myself — the same costume as at Dalmas's but it has lost its chic, it seems to me. We return at half past two. On the whole it was elegant, gay, amusing — but I think of the innocent Isabelle.
I lunched at the Gavinis'. Bojidar dines here. He is a very charming boy. Alexis thinks a little too much that he is a man and a handsome one — but Bojidar is kind, intelligent, well-bred, and thinks me much more than I am in reality. He is also a gossip, but that does not bother me.

Notes

The Pré Catalan: a fashionable café-restaurant in the Bois de Boulogne, popular with the society crowd for afternoon tea and refreshments. It is still operating today.
"The innocent Isabelle": Marie's ironic nickname for Queen Isabella II of Spain (1830–1904), whose personal life had been notoriously scandalous before and during her reign. The contrast with the costume-ball crowd amuses Marie.