Saturday, 29 June 1878

I sent the following letter:
It is from the newspapers that we learn of the greatest and, we hope, the happiest event of your life. Others, justly offended by this... neglect, would take revenge through disdain. I take the trouble to inform you that you have been, at the very least, wanting in intelligence — not knowing how to judge the people around you, whom you no doubt assess by your own standard, you who are a bad friend and a false brother, of which we are deeply grieved, above all I, who having taken you seriously did you the honour of considering myself your sister.
Marie Bashkirtseff
That is impudent, at the very least.
His sister, his sister! All the people of any sense who observe us — Daillens, for example, says he stopped calling from the day I definitively cast myself as a sister — that he only came because of that.
I was abominably mistaken... the field of conjecture is open. Who knows — perhaps he loved me? (Certainly more than Julia Acard, young and charming Alsatian, etc.) But a man like the late Cassagnac, who resembled me greatly — and from the moment he resembled me you understand that such a man would prefer... something other than coming to risk himself against an adversary of my temper, who is as mocking on the outside as she is serious within, and who appears formidable while... in short, I played a role that worked against me.
I have been sadly mistaken... and you see, if I were certain — quite certain — that I had been mistaken... I should be very unhappy.
I address the letter to the editorial office of Le Pays, for I think that at the rue de Boulogne the Deceased would not receive it — he and his wife have no doubt changed their arrangements...
Robert-Fleury was very pleased again.