Saturday, 16 February 1884

A splendid evening at the Italiens. I go with Mme Gavini, her Denis, Princess Jeanne and her Villeneuve, then Saint-Amand and Moraes. Mme Gavini finds me pretty, ravishingly dressed (black velvet bodice, classic décolleté), well coiffed —
[Seven pages torn out]
— and marble shoulders "that slope beautifully, shoulders where one sees the breeding."
That alone — Adeline's opinion is always the echo of the stupid majority. In any case that is not what made the evening splendid — it was because we had Gayarré, the incomparable Spanish tenor. I had heard him at Monaco two years ago. He sings even better now. He receives an ovation he will remember.
The most conventional men and the most tightly-laced women were in raptures — but then, it is a miraculous voice.

Notes

Julián Gayarre (1844–1890): celebrated Navarrese tenor, renowned for the beauty and expressiveness of his voice, idolised across Europe.