Thursday, 4 April 1878

I went to the atelier very early and learned the verdict, which is absolutely senseless and has thrown everyone into confusion.
Viik gets the medal (which is natural enough), then comes Madeleine (the one who almost always gets the medal), and then me. I am so surprised that I am not even pleased. 3. Forchhammer, 4. Haegli, 5. Lundahl, 6. I do not know who, 7. Breslau, 8. Bang, 9. Amélie, 10. Kennedy.
It was so surprising that Julian went to ask Lefebvre (who was first on the Salon jury) why he had ranked us thus. And Lefebvre and the students from downstairs said that I was placed second because one could see that I had the right feeling, the right instinct for drawing. As for Breslau, it appears that her drawing was tainted by chic. She was far from the model and there was consequently a certain slackness, but since the professors are prejudiced against women they took it for chic.
Fortunately for me Robert-Fleury was absent; Lefebvre and Boulanger judged alone — otherwise they would have said I was placed second through Robert-Fleury’s patronage.
I do not know what to do with my evenings since the evening class closed, and it wearies me.
My aunt and Etienne missed the train; they did not leave until this evening.

Notes

Chic, in studio language: drawing done from facility and habit instead of close study of the model, a term of reproach. Marie’s next words give the sense: Breslau’s drawing was «loin du modèle» and therefore a little slack. ↩