Friday, 28 December 1877

The Polish girl tried to assert her authority; I reprimanded her; Forchhammer, understanding nothing, took her side — and I should tell you that it was in defence of Forchhammer, called the Lamb, that the great schism among the Swiss girls took place. In short, the Lamb wept and begged my pardon, which was highly entertaining; I put on severe airs that she took quite seriously. I have no time to recount all the little dramas that punctuate atelier life. Breslau and I always talk at length, never with the others; with the others I merely joke, because they are all riffraff and... incompetent, whereas Breslau has talent — there are only the two of us.
Zurlo came by in the evening on his way back; we talked of Naples... I wanted to go... No! I should regret it, I know I should regret it if I went.
My imagination grazes upon Paul de Cassagnac; he is enough for me at the moment, I am very busy. He has certain inflections of voice and certain manners that are precisely the right tone — exactly the one that pleases me.
It is strange — there are people who have... I do not know what, something that is made precisely to please you, a gesture, a word, a nothing; but it is that nothing, that something one does not find in others... which makes them the only ones who seem your equals, who amuse you.
It is not that I am mad about Cassagnac, but one must say that he has that something, and certain inflections of his voice come back to me suddenly and give me pleasure.
Before, I would say: what it is to have nothing to do! I am no longer idle — but it is in my nature. Alexandre is... worn to the thread, and since there is no one else I think of Cassagnac, whom I have seen twice... I dream of him as I dream of my Prix de Rome, of all manner of foolishnesses; I say all this to keep you informed, so that you may know who is the hero of the novels I compose. For the most part I think of drawing — but to be honest I must admit I devote a good ten minutes or a quarter of an hour in every twenty-four to these novels. It is harmless.