Saturday, 16 March 1878

You had no need, dear Mademoiselle, to fear Cassagnac — he does not come. He had invited himself and he uninvites himself. And I, who am so gay and so pretty and so well coiffed. I resembled Madame Récamier this evening.
[Four lines blacked out: But first here is my reply to Cassagnac's excuses, traitor! Here...]
— [Saturday, 16 March 1878] Traitor — what will Victorine say? I run to put her off, but I doubt she will keep until next Saturday.
I went to see the Exposition aux Mirlitons. I truly love my craft and I am happy to reassure myself of it more and more
[Ibid., Marie Bashkirtseff, Journal — Édition intégrale par Lucie Le Roy. L'Âge d'Homme, p. 215]
...each day.
For some time now, Robert-Fleury said to me this morning, there is a limit you cannot cross. That is not right. With your truly real gifts you ought not to stop at easy things — especially since you possess the most difficult part.
I know it, by God! A portrait to paint at home, and then Cassagnac, and then those horrible domestic vexations. But that will trouble me no more — I refuse to allow it. Cassagnac will give me nothing, whereas painting will give me something. If only he paid me rather more attention — but like this... as a diversion once a month — truly it is not worth the trouble. Sometimes a man naturally loves a woman; other times the woman makes herself loved.
How does she do it????
[Words blacked out: I suspect that love] always comes of itself — only one thinks one has brought it about when it arrives while the woman is striving to make herself loved, when the man was already disposed that way and would have fallen in love even without artifice.
No — one must be able to make oneself loved as oneself — but this is not easy for a young girl in whom one always suspects a matrimonial design, which is repugnant when one is not madly in love.
Victorine has excused herself for this evening! I pin the two letters together and shall not be separated from them until Popaul pays a visit. Could he be brute enough to make do with such a truffled turkey!
What a quantity of nonsense we talked with the Boyds this evening!
MM. d'Andigné and de Beaurepaire — who was more decorous than usual — except when he said to Berthe, who called herself a communard, that for a young lady of marriageable age it was not fortunate, as it might lead to communism. Berthe opened her eyes wide and I said:
— She is not French, Monsieur, and she did not understand. Nor did I.
He cannot love me.
This evening I should not have been afraid if Cassagnac had been there.
But on Monday — how I shall cross the limit Robert-Fleury speaks of. One must above all be thoroughly persuaded that one must succeed, and that one will.
Gloriae Cupiditas
79th book, begun Sunday, 17 March 1878, concluded Friday, 3 May 1878, avenue de l'Alma 67, Paris

Notes

Latin: Desire for Glory. Marie's personal motto, inscribed at the close of each carnet.