Thursday, 12 May 1881

M. Gavini came, and then la Bailleul, the Princess, and Alexis for dinner. The Gambetta marriage is denied, and I sing On dit que l’on te marie to guitar. One is so comfortable at my home — the corner of the divan bounded on the right by the books and on the left shaded by a palm beneath which stands the large armchair so soft and so convenient that it is rare one does not doze a little in it. Mysterious light — but... nobody. Alexis is a little nothing at all.
When I think that when we received Cassagnac we did not even give him a good dinner — and our drawing rooms were far from the artistic coquettishness of my own apartment. Here he would be at ease, I am sure.
La Bailleul wants to find me a husband... I am willing. A title and a hundred thousand francs of income, or else a Balandard with two or three hundred thousand francs. I’d rather have a Balandard with republican and official connections. Those are my conditions. As for marquises and comtes who are embassy secretaries with twenty thousand francs of income — I refuse them obstinately.
A Balandard with three hundred thousand francs of income — that is the dream. One must have a spectacular revenge, or die.

Notes

Léon Gambetta (1838–1882), then President of the Chamber of Deputies. His rumoured marriage to a Mlle Durand did not take place; he never married. ↩
«Balandard»: Marie’s stock name for an ordinary untitled bourgeois (elsewhere «Duran et Balandard», «les Durand, les Balandard»). ↩