"That the queen of the violets is here, I have no doubt. But when shall I be admitted into her kingdom???"
The dresses do not fit and it irritates me for everything else. There is nothing so detestable as stupid vexations.
The first person I see on entering the restaurant is Schininà. Just think! So many things from Naples, so much news — all of which I already knew...
Several letters were brought to me this morning; I grant the honours of the Journal to this one alone — it merits them:
How happy Giselle and Balsorano must be.
Monsieur de Mertens came to make a scene over what Georges owes him. We paid — but there was a scene. What a horror and what a shame. I was present....
Today is the day we move to 71 Champs-Élysées. Despite all this upheaval I found time to go to the Atelier Julian, the only serious one for women....
Wednesday being a favourable day for me, and today's date not being a 4 — which is unfavourable — I hasten to begin as many things as possible.
The day passes quickly when one goes to draw from eight to noon and from one to five. The journey alone eats up nearly an hour and a half, and then I...
— Did you do this alone? asked Monsieur Julian as he entered the studio.
Yesterday Mme Doubelt called on us, and today the well-bred Torgnole. I saw no one, being at the studio.
At church we saw this Monsieur Verefkine who says I drink too much wine with the artists of Rome. This encounter makes me, throughout the day, recall...
For the head study, a new model — that is to say, in the morning. A sort of café-concert singer who sang to us during the rests. And in the afternoon...
Well, what I said yesterday is all very fine. Perhaps it is right and perhaps it is not.
Do not think I am working miracles because Monsieur Julian is astonished. He is astonished because he expected the whims of a wealthy young woman...
I wrote Paul a letter of eight pages to urge him to go and fight, and he replies in thirty-two pages that he prefers the countryside.
— You know, Monsieur, I said to Julian, I am utterly discouraged. A lady was telling me again only yesterday that I ought not to work, having no...
It is on Saturdays that Monsieur Tony Robert-Fleury comes to the studio — the painter who produced *The Last Day of Corinth*, purchased by the State...
How can one not adore Verdi. I know nothing more remarkable than his *Aïda*. Every chord and every phrase speaks. [Lines cancelled: I truly believe...
These are our models for the week.
Monsieur Robert-Fleury came in the afternoon and gave me particular attention.
One must pay at the studio — one pays the month in advance, and it is already two weeks that I have been going.
My life drawing pleased Julian — and not Jullien — so greatly that he said it was quite astonishing, extraordinary, and prodigious for a beginner.
My terrible past!...
Breslau received many compliments from Monsieur Robert-Fleury — I did not. The life drawing was rather good but the head was not. I ask myself with...
Slept until noon. Dressed at five. Undressed at six. Dinner from six to seven.
The model was ugly and the whole studio refused to draw him. I proposed going to see the Prix de Rome works, displayed at the Beaux-Arts. Half went...
I am very cross. Des Perrières and the inoffensive Vasconcellos stayed until half past two. We had supper.
Berthe announces her return to Paris. Well — what more can I tell you? Blanc called on us.
By the greatest of coincidences, as I was returning from the studio, Marcuard was walking beneath our windows. The real Marcuard. In the dusk we were...
I did not go to the studio because they cannot give me 170 francs. They tell me I make scenes because I have nothing to do and that it is my...
I received many compliments — as one says at the studio.
Schaeppi has begun my portrait. I thought such creatures did not exist.
Your most devoted Marcuard.
Maman is at the Doubelt's etc. One shall have news of Marcuard, who will be there. He asked me yesterday whether I would be there. I said no.
Marcuard did not go to the party yesterday evening.