"If you don't sleep for ten nights wealth will not arrive any the
more; come, go to bed; it's heartrending, heartrending."

"Madame, I must be married!"

"To E----? No, indeed, he doesn't suit me."

I have written a lot of nonsense this evening; my ideas are very
much confused, and the novel especially. And every time I talked
seriously, my aunt was alarmed. Whenever I laughed, she laughed
too.


Saturday, November 20th, 1875.

For three hours everything in the house has been in a state of
revolution, but all the flames were extinguished in a business
interview with D----. With pride and confidence I assure myself that
I am the wise head of the household. I believe that this time all
the difficulties are smoothed, unless the matter is upset when I am
no longer here.


Sunday, November 21st, 1875.

I want to return to Nice, the longer I stay here, the longer my
departure for Rome is delayed. I spend my time in complaining; my
aunt says I am crazy. I laugh, and so does she. Life is full of
interest.