Wednesday, 26 July 1882

Gabriel came to take his leave — he embarks on the 29th for Constantinople. We were out.
While saying things to the Gavinis designed to dispel any illusion about the possibility of proposing Gabriel to me, and while keeping my distance from the Gérys, I wonder why on his side Gabriel has made no attempt. It is not logical, I know, but...
Adeline has never dared propose him to me, since she had offered me what she considered better prospects that I refused outright. How could she offer me plain Gabriel Géry, who will have twelve thousand francs income on marrying, when I have scorned several very titled gentlemen with the same or slightly more?
One day she told me one might marry him to Dina. I was troubled and said something foolish — that Gabriel is too young. I know all this and yet... Come, no nonsense. Would I have married him?? No? Well, why speak of it. I do not know, but... There is always about him I know not what — in short, he is a charming boy... But a title is worth more than an individuality in Adeline's estimation and in many others'. To propose him to me she would need to think he pleases me, and even then she would say it is a strange taste, that the Gérys are not of the aristocracy, that... She is right. They are right and I am right too in conforming to all this — and yet... I know not what moved feeling... Which does not last and which is unworthy of me.
And then a voice rises and cries: Fool! A good, honest, loyal, charming husband, who would make you happy and tranquil. And with that, work and glory perhaps. Work in an independent, chosen milieu — at home — with a friend, a companion on... These words are commonplace... But true! You know that very seriously I believe I should make such people very happy. But one would need to... I should be obliged to... That is to say to make Adeline understand that I am willing... And then if... I were wrong, if it were not from conviction of the impossibility... If... But... Ah well, he will come back to France again, and then tomorrow... I shall think of it no more... And perhaps I shall be wrong.
Villevieille and I went to see the Prix de Rome results, then to Laferrière's where I have been going for eight days. Caroline is the woman who dresses one best, and it reminds me of four years ago.

Notes

The Prix de Rome, the prestigious annual competition of the École des Beaux-Arts, whose results were announced each summer.
Laferrière, one of the leading Paris couture houses.