Tuesday, 12 December 1876

— A mere formality, said the cashier, one simply has to be recommended by a member of the Cercle; this afternoon being reserved for members, you cannot attend. I am dreadfully sorry, Mademoiselle, it is only for today — tomorrow you will name me a member, one of your acquaintances. A mere formality. I came home and instead of making a scene I sat down to paint. What is odious is that the cashier knows me, and since I shall not go back, he will think che [sic] it is the truth!
I had a moment of such despair... that I would have married Audiffret; I could give no better account of my dejection. I did not exchange a single word with my own family, as though I were looking at strangers. They asked me for money — I refused, as I refused everything without distinction. Mmes Zurmüllen, Pelikan, Broussais, Antonoff were not favoured with my company. What use are they to me? Neither pleasure nor profit. To the devil with them! Nor am I of any use to them. I cannot understand how I managed to go to the Skating-rink. It is simply that I always forget.
But I am pleased with myself — I did not howl, and my eyes are dry. I have a slight fever, but bah! Mme Howard's letter, the refusal of the invitation to the Cercle, Audiffret, and all the rest passed before my eyes like so many bleeding reproaches. I am exhausted! And I want to ask them all, by what right they insult me‖ If it were not for this portrait which I promised (to myself) to finish, I would leave tomorrow. Ah! how I suffer, my God, how I suffer — and I no longer weep.

Notes

che — Italian for que (that); in the original.
Ironic: the phrase in French means "did not have the happiness of seeing me."
Skating-rink — in English in the original.