Friday, 11 August 1882

What a pity that a man so good, so gentle is not something of a... possibility. Since I sit for him every day I study him — he is an excellent and simple soul.
Sunday we shall have finished...
We speak laughingly of marrying him off. I shall marry him to Dina — that would be a thousand times better than Julian, it's more distinguished, and may perhaps be easier. Tony's wife will be very happy; he has a rare heart. And I, with this ridiculous Bonapartist love affair!
Oh, there are things in that past to make one's teeth grind! The way he treated Dina and me —
What on earth did he think, good God!
It is shameful and revolting, but I am going to say it to mortify myself. Here it is: he accompanied us in the carriage, sitting on the front seat. I stretched out my feet; he took one and held it in his hand, placing it on his knees [three-quarters of the page cut out]. Well — and after this coarseness, after this conduct, I have the courage to speak of this Monsieur Acard —
I tell myself that it was I who provoked his improprieties... So I did not look like a spoiled child! I looked like some sort of loose woman! [three-quarters of the page cut out].
Dumas fils is right when in L'Affaire Clemenceau he speaks of the need to astonish, to reign... When she takes old and ugly lovers... It is in feminine nature; I understand it. To love a superior, an equal... But to go and love a man who feels himself unworthy of you and who receives your favours as Moses received the tablets, for whom you are not a woman but a goddess... It is... It is amusing. To seek out a being who does not dare raise his eyes to you and say: Take me... There must be a supreme pleasure in that — and in short, would it not be a kind of... immense Charity?...
And then, is it really so wicked to take pleasure in the happiness one gives to one who cannot give it in return? There is a little of that in my imaginings...
Oh, you know — such... charities as that I shall only have in thought, of course; I speak of them in connection with Tony, who is alone and bored, and all his family who are old and ailing... Suppose I were to offer to marry him...

Notes

Marie writes "the twelve tables" — confusing Moses' tablets of the Law with the Roman Twelve Tables.