Monday, 22 October 1877

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 on foot and we — Breslau, Madame Sinanidès, Zulart, and I — by carriage. The exhibition had closed the day before. We stroll on foot along the quays, looking at old books and old prints, talking about art. Then in an open cab we go to the Bois. Can you picture me?
I did not want to say anything — it would have spoiled their pleasure. They were so agreeable, so presentable, and we were just beginning to be at ease with one another. All would have been not too bad had we not encountered the family landau, which began to follow us; I signalled to the coachman not to overtake us — they could see me and I knew it, but I could not be bothered to speak to them in front of my artist friends. I had my little cap on my head and looked dishevelled and embarrassed.
Naturally they were furious and above all mortified to see me so demeaned. I was dreadfully vexed. In short — a tiresome business.
At dinner Mme Doubelt and her companion. In the evening the two Prince Zurlos, Monsieur des Perrières, Vasconcellos. Mme Doubelt played. Then the Baroness.
This Baroness is to have a gambling house which will in reality belong to Mme Doubelt, under the Baroness's name. It will be respectable... up to a point — there will be the princess, Mme Kanschine, Voronine, all of that! Ladies of the grand monde, very much in society.
I chatted with Monsieur des Perrières — with the others it was too difficult. A curious peculiarity: [words blacked out: all the gentlemen squi]nted, except des Perrières.