Monday, 5 November 1877

Ugly models. I am irritated.
I ought to be very sad. Georges is on one of his drinking bouts in our house. I treated Maman horribly, calling her the harshest names. I do not do it to insult her, but as a remedy against Georges. But I believe it is a real curse, and that this man will never deliver us from these horrors.
Grand-maman, on her deathbed, had commended him to Maman. If the poor woman could have foreseen all that it costs me, she would sooner have strangled him.
Here is an envelope, from Florence, that ought to make you tremble if you were worthy of the confidence I place in you. Look at the stamp. If it were really, really from Florence, I think I should go mad. It is Gordigiani’s answer.
Mademoiselle,
I have just received your collection of photographs, and I hasten, while thanking you, to give you an account of my impressions.
It is beyond dispute that among these photographs there are some very fine ones; but in my opinion none is complete enough to be copied as it stands, so that I must repeat to you that if I do not have the pleasure of having you in person, to compose what is lacking, in my view, to make a painting worthy of you and of the confidence you have in me. And so I beg you to allow me to await your coming to Florence before making a decision, and we must therefore give up putting the picture into the great Exposition Universelle, since you will not be here early enough to get the painting ready; but you will lose nothing by it, for we shall send it to the other exhibition, the annual Salon, where pictures are far more seen and appreciated.
As for the large full-length portrait, I implore you not to speak of it: it is a nightmare, they are interminable and I do not do them willingly; the price is fifteen thousand francs. I beg your pardon for having delayed so long in answering you, but I was still waiting for Those photographs that [I] told you to send me, in order to make a decision. I never spoke of a sketch, and it would be quite useless to do so in your case. I beg you to remember me kindly to Madame your mother, and to accept, Mademoiselle, the assurance of my profound consideration.
Your devoted,
Michel Gordigiani
No doubt I have been forgotten altogether. And yet no, and you will agree with me. He has not had many conquests, poor boy, and I am one of a kind quite other than the kind he is... accustomed to. It is flattering, and that is how one remembers. Which is as good as not remembering at all.
We were to go to Madame Doubelt’s, but that fell through. There were des Perrières and Blanc, the frigate captain, as always.
He seems to me to be on very bad terms with Cassagnac, or at least to be meddling in something or other. No matter; I think and dream of my drawing, and when, with God’s help, I get there, I shall be able to amuse myself a little.