Saturday, 7 May 1881

I dreamed of Cassagnac — I was being accused and he was protecting me. Ah, what a charming dream. Is it then possible that...
I went to the administration to request that the canvas be lowered to the line, but I did it very badly — because I find it stupid to ask such a thing, and I said so to the man.
La Bailleul and her father, Morgan, Sautoy, Bojidar — who brings me as a gift a black morocco portfolio for filing correspondence alphabetically. Then the Tchoumakoffs, the Juvisys, the Gavinis, Saint-Amand, Villevieille.
My father wants to leave tomorrow and Maman must leave. It throws everything into disorder.
And I — shall I leave too? Why stay? I shall do plein air studies there and we shall return for Biarritz.
On the other hand, they say Ems would do me good... Ah — everything is indifferent to me; there is nothing for me.
It is laughable to see myself beginning my day by speaking of Cassagnac. Have I room for such things! Cassagnac, heart, love — all that — I am ashamed of it. Ah, it is not a matter of feeling — I am far too unhappy for that. Good God, it is enough to drive one mad; have pity on me, Lord. My worthy family is at the circus; those people will return and speak of what they saw. They close the windows because of my cough and they are killing me.
I have been suffering for six years — at every moment. For two Saturdays now Mme de Peyronney should have come. I was expecting it. Around seven o’clock I had white spots before my eyes to the point of not being able to make out a face three steps away. I longed to faint so as to frighten my family — but those grim idiots would have sent for fifteen doctors and attributed my illness to a bath I might have taken or to my morning expedition to the Salon. Ah — this life, it must end.
To marry! But then he...
It is precisely in order to find a suitable marriage that I must get out of the situation I am in!!!
I wish they were back from the circus already. And why? To talk of the same thing. And what for? There it all is — what is the use. I am losing my mind. They cannot... anyway it is like that — it is my fate; I am lost. I shall kill myself at thirty if I am not dead before.
They say Gambetta is to marry one of the Durand girls — sister of la Lewin (Clémentine) and of Lucie who married M. Roux, a millionaire created Marquis d’Escombrera by the King of Spain. Those girls have extraordinary luck. Not like me.

Notes

Bad Ems: a German spa town on the Lahn, whose springs were prescribed for respiratory complaints. ↩
Léon Gambetta (1838–1882), the republican leader, then President of the Chamber of Deputies. He never married; he died on 31 December 1882. ↩