Friday, 26 October 1877

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 character. Naturally I wept for an hour.
You see clearly — I have been forced to give up everything; one consolation alone remains to me, and it is poisoned.
Marcuard recounted that last April in Rome, Torlonia had paid court to Leech — he had had himself introduced to her at the skating rink by Doria. Everywhere she goes she sees people and has acquaintances.
She is rich, beautiful, and stupid. What could be happier?... And I!
In short... I am unhappy. That is established, written down — and let that be the end of it.
Mademoiselle Leech... While at our house there is always something dishevelled, even though we appear infinitely richer than we are. We are taken for millionaires, and we have barely — barely — a hundred thousand in income! And we are quite a crowd. It is always more elegant to be two, like Madame and Mademoiselle Leech, than many.
What is the use of painting, the harp, singing? When I know all of that, I shall be old.
One has but one youth, and mine is lost. Even supposing I succeed at the studio, my girlhood will be over. It lasts from sixteen to twenty. Afterwards... afterwards one is still quite young — but one has lost four years! Four years that no one in the world can give back, that nothing will bring again.
Ah! the wretches — it is they who steal my life from me! Ah! the wretches. Ah! the wretches.
Three years stolen from me — three years of death, of worse than death.
It is frightening — like everything that can no longer be done over.
Edmond told me I would be part of a ladies' society. It is perhaps the studio.
Julian has been paid!!
Carie des Perrières spent the evening with us, and I was not too dull. At midnight Mmes Doubelt and Lisinger arrived. The comte had already left — having turned back from the door toward the table three times — I believe he enjoys talking with me, as I enjoy it with him.
Three years ago I should have seen admirers everywhere.
Draw, draw, draw — they have... everywhere.