Friday, 9 June 1882

It seemed to me I was cold with Gabriel yesterday, especially after having lodged at his father's... So I summon him this evening and we go to the Musée Grévin — it was merely a pretext for flirting.
[In the margin: I summon him by a note written on a scrap of paper tied with thread and a rubber ring.]
And afterwards to Tortoni's.
The Engelhardts and Mlle Cerny came with us as far as Grévin's. Besides, we had left the house at ten. And then? Nothing... One was a little stifled at Grévin's in the crime cellar, and I had Gabriel's arm behind me, almost around me... He must have thought about it... Men think of such things — even while dancing.
It seems that when I went to the ball without a corset they all noticed.
Well, then — I was saying that, but that is all.
Maman is delighted that I flirt with this young man — she would be thrilled if I married him...
It is dreadful. I tease him a great deal this evening and without much wit... Only I keep thinking... to what purpose? It hardly amuses me.

Notes

The Musée Grévin, Paris's celebrated wax museum, had opened in 1882.
Tortoni's, the celebrated café on the Boulevard des Italiens, famous for its ices.
The Musée Grévin's souterrain du crime, a dramatic lower-level exhibit recreating famous crimes.