Diary of Marie Bashkirtseff
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Friday, 11 January 1878

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You have known for some time that the King is dead, but I have only just learned it — and that this Marguerite is queen. The wretch is queen! Of all the princesses she is the only one who seems to me to have usurped something that was mine.
I cannot bear to see Walitsky, so greatly is he suffering.
Here is the letter we sent to Popaul:
Despite your detestable reputation — and because of that reputation — in view of the notable change that has come over your love affairs, and thinking also that being past your prime you will behave yourself — jest aside — confiding in your word of honour as a gentleman, five ladies of society venture to ask you to give them a cup of tea at your home. They will be masked, and you will give your solemn word of honour to let them depart when and as they wish. Reply via the Sunday Figaro, beginning with "Poh..." and sign: Popaul.