Saturday, 23 March 1878

I had promised you to cross that threshold of which Robert-Fleury spoke to me. I have kept my word. They were exceedingly pleased with me; they said repeatedly that it was worthwhile working with such serious aptitude, that I had made astonishing progress, and that within a month or two:
"You will be among the strongest," and, he added, glancing at the absent Breslau's canvas, "note that I speak of those who are not here."
"Prepare yourself," Julian said to me in a low voice, "prepare yourself to be detested here, for I have never seen anyone break through as you have in five months."
"Julian," said Robert-Fleury before everyone, "I have just been paying the highest compliments to Mademoiselle, who is marvellously gifted."
Julian, despite his rather stout frame, seemed to flutter about. For Robert-Fleury is not paid and critiques only out of friendship, so Julian is happy when students interest the master.
Julian attended the life-class critique (which he never does) — but I had watched him following mine with curiosity since Monday.
In short, with my customary modesty, I did not dwell further on the flattering things, contenting myself with observing a
fifty percent increase of envy in some and of envy and anxiety in others. The others begin to paint more or less when they like; but since I have placed myself under the entirely special direction of Robert-Fleury, who is agreeable to this arrangement, I do nothing without his instruction. And today he instructed me to do occasional still-lifes of any kind, very simple ones, to accustom myself to handling colour. This is already the second time he has spoken to me of painting.
Next week or the week after I shall do for him, on a canvas number 3, the head of my skeleton with a book or some such thing arranged attractively.
The portrait of Etienne is finished. It is dreadful, but good enough for the people who will see it over there.
Two more months and I shall be as strong as Breslau, who has three years of study and more. On that score I am well content, and on another score displeased. I say this to recall what I said at the time of Walitsky's death, when that very day, returning from Versailles with Cassagnac and Paul, I had such a good time. I was witty then, and now — a thousand devils in the shape of Amélie — shall I be witty now?
The Boyds, Mmes de Daillens, de Fayet. MM. de Morgan, de Plancy, d'Alt, Blanc.
Multedo did not come — the man for whom I had dressed. Berthe was as elegant as possible; we were both anxious at every ring of the bell. It is silly, but this Multedo is the only one who is anything like a man. I think of him willingly so as not to think that I think of Cassagnac, whose photograph I saw in a shop on the rue de la Paix, taken a week ago and very like him — consequently fascinating and magnetic.
I want to go to the Madeleine tomorrow, but since it would be to see Cassagnac there, I think I shall deny myself that pleasure.
Victorine is mad and improper. She has written to Cassagnac again, unsigned; I am very afraid she may do something foolish in my name, and for that reason I write a note to the young deputy in which I explain that the Fayet business annoys me, that I am anxious, and that joking aside, I have nothing whatsoever to do with this bore, which is the most idiotic thing in the world, and that I want nothing in common with that woman. Etc.
A proper, comme il faut, reasonable and useful letter that will perhaps put things right and does me good from the point of view of that fear you know of.
Am I permitted — and can I do so without demeaning myself and without betraying my resolutions — to try to please M. de Cassagnac? I think yes, but how to go about it???
Above all, not to exploit the pretext in order to work oneself up needlessly.
I should like to go to the Madeleine tomorrow. Could I not go there quite simply? Without any ulterior motive? Certainly — but since my conscience is not clear I shall have the feeling that everything is written on my hat.
I shall go as I did a fortnight ago, without hidden purpose — or else with the purpose of showing myself to advantage.
Perhaps Multedo will be there?