Diary of Marie Bashkirtseff
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Thursday, 25 October 1877

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 not quite sure — Triphon was sent down.
— Are you Monsieur de Marcuard?
— Madame Bashkirtseff requests that you come in.
He came running.
In the twinkling of an eye I had slipped on a dress, and went to the drawing room to shake hands with my dear correspondent.
He had come to call on an American woman who lives above us. See how it is!
We keep him to dinner. He arrived at half past five and left at half past ten.
I was looking pretty. It was very cordial, very gay. He asked after Alexandre, while speaking slightly ill of him at the same time.
Torlonia made certain... journeys with Souvoroff from Saxon to Ouchy, Paris, and back again.
I should be satisfied with my day had my life drawing turned out better... I am quite anxious about it.