|To Wojciech Grzymala
Chaillot, Friday, 3 August 
You would not believe how I long to see you for just one hour; but I can't ask you to
crawl out of your hole, for, although it is not 200, but only about a score of the
Democratic Society who have been ordered to leave (and not one whom I have even known),
still, it is a delicate matter, if you are afraid.
As for my
personal affair, there are many details which I cannot make fit in, either with
magnetism, or with lying or hallucinations (Miss St.), or with the honesty of Mme
Étienne. It is even possible que la chose a été faite après coup. About
that there is a lot to tell; among other things, that another anonymous letter was
sent to me, which I gave into the writer's hands. I have not spoken a word about the
whole matter with Mme Étienne, and shall not do so, though it is a week ago tomorrow.
The letter may have been given to her 3 days before; as I was not in the house, and
she was here, I could have had it just as well without as with a clairvoyant.
All the more, as various conversations coincide!! There is kindheartedness
there, - but what showing off! I wish I could see you.
Clésinger brought Solange here, without money, and after a 10-day
journey in the heat with the baby and wetnurse, at a moment when everyone is fleeing from
here to the country! Where his brains are, I don't know!! No head; or rather,
a very nasty head! De Rozières is not here; she is at the waters in Belgium with
Mme Grille. Sol, therefore, goes about looking for a lodging. He wants to find
something near Chaillot; it's amazing, what a fool he is!
Except Franch. and Herbeault, everyone is out of town. Mme Obreskow is
in St. Germain, she always comes to see me on Mondays. I drink Bonnes water. My
sister still has no permit. Later it will be useless, for his vacation will be over.
I gasp, cough and am drowsy; I do nothing, I want nothing. That Alexis
sticks in my head.