February 2.—The Paris elections have been postponed to February 8.
Horsemeat continues to disagree with me. Pains in the stomach. Yesterday I said to Mme. Ernest Lefèvre, who was dining beside me:
De ces bons animaux la viande me fait mal.
J’aime tant les chevaux que je hais le cheval.
February 4.—The weather is becoming milder.
A crowd of visitors this evening. Proclamation by Gambetta.
February 5.—The list of candidates of the Republican journals appeared this morning. I am at the head of the list.
Bancal is dead.
Little Jeanne this evening has recovered from her cold.
I entertained my usual Sunday guests. We had fish, butter and white bread for dinner.
February 6.—Bourbaki, defeated, has killed himself. A grand death.