Sunday, 6 January 1878

Well! I agree with you — time passes, and it would be a hundred times more amusing to spend it as I used to want to, but since that is impossible!
One might have — but it would require perseverance; I have that now, and experience as well — yet I am afraid of taking the risk again. I shall not attempt it until I have achieved a certain result with my talent. There will always be time... as long as I am young. And I am nineteen.
We have moved and are now at no. 67 avenue de l’Alma — from our windows one can see the carriages passing on the Champs-Élysées. I have a drawing-room studio of my own.
Grand-papa was moved — it was so sad to see... No sooner was he in his room than Dina and I gathered round him and waited on him, and poor, poor Grand-papa kissed our hands.
My bedroom reminds me of Naples. A mirror was broken at Grand-papa’s.
Paul went to take his card to Popaul; on it I had written And his sister! and then the address.
I shall tell him that my brother did not know there was anything written on it.
Yes, my room reminds me of Naples — the season of travel is approaching and I feel something like the fragrance of the old idleness stealing over me... In vain.

Notes

In French in the original: salon-atelier. ↩