Sunday, 11 November 1883

There are only two Grand Dukes at mass, and the least handsome ones at that.

I dined at Jouy — I believe I am genuinely fond of those people. They are intelligent and pleasant. I find almost real pleasure in seeing them; it is not a chore, as with the others.
Sudden change of scenery. Everything is cheerful, calm, and beautiful.
I know what I want to do, and all goes well.

Notes

Jouy: probably Jouy-en-Josas, south-west of Paris, in the Bièvre valley, where the Mallets and the Canroberts had country houses (105/1884-08-05). ↩