Diary of Marie Bashkirtseff
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Monday, 14 January 1878

I left the atelier at half past eleven to accompany Walitsky's body to the Gare de Lyon — I arrived too late. It is in Nice that he will be buried; all his patients are there, all his friends, all those who knew him and loved him sincerely. Every day we receive dispatches, and the Anitchkoffs write a letter that is the very expression of his perfect and incomparable friends.
Madame de Mouzay, seizing the opportunity, came to call — but with the best will in the world one could not maintain relations with her, as it would mean going to her evenings, seeing all those people, and putting oneself on display in her drawing room, and so on.
Paul must depart — second grief free of anger and egoism.
I tended to Grand-papa all morning — he has grown accustomed to being combed by me, and this morning he wanted me to cut his hair, which I did rather badly, it must be said.