And that evening M. Georges came and rang the bell again. I thought he had left.
I ordered the carriage for nine o'clock and, accompanied by my lady-in-waiting Mlle Oelsnitz, went to visit Saint-Philippe, Saint-Thomas d'Aquin and...
Paris is decked with flags, as on the 30th of June. The prizes are being awarded at the Palais de l'Industrie. It is impossible.... Oh! That School!...
Thanks to my opposition, Julian has promulgated a rule for place assignments.
During these last days of the Exposition I shall skip the atelier two afternoons a week to see the beautiful things. I went today with M. and Mme...
Gautier came to see us.
We had our little placement competition. A life-size head in one hour. Everyone did reasonably well; it will be difficult to judge.
My painting is much better, and my figure study very good. Moreover, Robert-Fleury promises to come and see me at home and give me guidance on my...
Uncle Etienne finds Mme Tarnowsky at church — an aristocrat from Konotop — and we bring her home to lunch. While she is still with us, the Princess...
Competition. I make a drawing, but as the model is a fat, blonde woman it will be ugly.
To the Exposition with the Gavinis.
"You look quite flattened, my dear," said de Daillens when I came to her around noon on leaving the atelier.
De Daillens was in the carriage with us when, near Doucet's shop, we met Mme Gavini, who called out to me, running after me. She knew de Daillens in...
I called on Princess Karageorgevitch, and then I no longer know what or whom.
To the Exposition with the Gavinis. Mme Gavini finds that I have a charming character — the easiest in the world to live with — that I am perfectly...
Young Gavini (the nephew) went to the deputy Eschassériaux fils to ask for tickets — there is perhaps some hope.
I shall no doubt resort to disguising myself as an old woman to go and queue tomorrow at Versailles and take my place with the rabble. For I must...
At eight o'clock I was in town looking for the accessories, and at ten I was dressed as an elegant old lady when tickets arrived from my saviour...
Princess Eristoff came to stay with her niece Mlle Bashkirtseff, and M. Gambetta gave her two Versailles tickets with the promise of coming to call...
Yesterday, then, we went to Versailles with the tickets from that cherub Gambetta. Gavini meets us at the station and takes us all the way to the...
A shameful defeat! No medal at all. Which will let those imbecile women, who are strong and did not compete, crow over it. I am first all the same. I...
I amused myself nailing scraps of fabric I had to the walls, arranged as trophies with palettes.
Yesterday... no, but Today we learn a thunderbolt of news. Mme Yorke is dead. In the full bloom of life, barely thirty-two years old, so gay, so...
Robert-Fleury came in the evening. It would be misleading to repeat to you the encouragement he gave me after a long lesson; if what such people say...
Yesterday we went to see Mme Gavini, who had sent me sweets the day before.
After looking at Mme de Cassagnac I believed myself faded, and after the article in the *Patriote Niçois* I began to wonder whether I was a woman......
It is one in the morning. Robert-Fleury was at the atelier, after which I called on Mouzay to have her read the article and to chat with her...
This evening after my bath I suddenly became so pretty that I spent twenty minutes looking at myself. I am sure that if I had shown myself anywhere I...
Breslau painted a cheek so lifelike and true that I — woman, artist, rival — wanted to kiss that woman's cheek... it must often be so with the things...
I am frightened by Breslau's future. It irritates me, casts a shadow over me, saddens me. Is that not wretched! I have been painting for seven weeks;...
They talked me round so well last night that I went to see *Coco*.
Nadine slept in my room, and Paul too — he was afraid of the dead Juliet!
I turned twenty yesterday, or I am turning twenty today.
I go to the Gavinis' and there make the acquaintance of the young Duc de Feltre — one of the youngest members of the Chamber.
I have made a conquest of the Gavinis; Madame speaks of me at home and elsewhere in the most extravagant terms — Filippini told me so, and besides, I...
The very name of Cassagnac fascinates women — these excellent women!
I dream that Walitsky comes back, and that Dina and Rosalie, dead, come back too. I beg them to go away: "You are dead — go away, I am afraid!"
So if it is true that I am "in love" with him, it may be shouted right in the middle of the boulevard!
Cassagnac could neither come nor bring his wife — he left today or yesterday for the Gers.
Let whoever wants explain the enthusiasm one feels for Rome.
Berthe and her husband dine with us. The famous Lancaster looks just like every other Englishman in the world: chestnut-haired, medium height, side...
I took Nadine and Paul to the Chamber. We come back with Gavini, Baron Larrey, Prince d'Arenberg, and Baron d'Ariste — one of the seconds in...
"Telegraphed from Plaisance, Gers, 5 December: The people of Plaisance turned out on Tuesday to the Château du Couloumé, despite the six kilometres...
Today is the invalidation of the Duc Decazes. We all go, with Paul and Gavini, who joins us on the way out and with whom we travel. I enjoyed being...
Madame Gavini and Goldsmid — who is married and asking to present his wife. They say she is not from an entirely fashionable family...
I dreamed that Robert Mitchell, dining at the Grand Hotel beside me, said: "Mademoiselle Marie—"
All day I searched for apartments with Nadine, and then I went to Mme Gavini's, who took me to the Opera in the evening.
Mme Gavini's sister writes asking her to tell "your charming Russian that I adore her from your descriptions — she may not care, but tell her all the...
I have rarely been sadder than in these two days... I have been working little of late, and domestic life here is insupportable.
Princess Karageorgevitch and her son; then Berthe and her husband; Goldsmid and his wife — very pretty.
It is freezing; it is snowing.
I have rarely been so morose, so lost. Paul behaves well — I find him almost too well-behaved. Only yesterday did he come home late at night; Mlle...
Breslau made up a story that I had said something foolish about Amélie; whereupon I delivered a speech sharp, brief, and extremely polite — to the...
Ah! well, really! it would be funny if it were not so vile and disgusting.
Monsieur my father has arrived.
It goes without saying that I am not going to see him. Paul has gone under fire, poor boy.
Madame Gavini invites me to the Théâtre-Français, but Nadine is leaving this evening.
My father lunches with us. He bores me completely, and I trust he feels all my coldness.
Yesterday at supper my mother infuriated me again. She pretended to believe a reconciliation possible.
My mother is at that Hottentot's again. Paul asked her to go, because the night before last, after the theatre, Maman and my aunt had promised to...
I have been to Mme Gavini's and come home in a kind of despair. She told me I shall end by marrying an Italian prince.
With that I rested my head on the sofa and fell asleep in the finest fashion until eight o'clock this morning. It is amusing to sleep like that, out...
I have resumed my work.
The manoeuvres my father employs to take Paul away — whom I wish to keep until the end of January — are beyond description.
Monsieur de Morgan has sent a *bonbonnière*.
What I envy is the freedom to walk alone, to come and go, to sit on the benches in the Tuileries gardens and especially the Luxembourg, to stop at...
Maman, Dina, Paul, and M. Bashkirtseff left for Nice this evening. Maman is going to supervise the packing of the furniture.
We have given up our apartment and are lodging in two rooms on the third floor, above the *entresol* we occupied before the Avenue de l'Alma...
There is a little riot at the atelier. I did a Cassagnac, as usual on these occasions — and as those women are unaccustomed to speeches, they were...
I have just read *Le roman d'une femme* by Dumas fils. Rarely does one encounter anything more revolting and more odious. It is immoral — and yet it...
The competition has been on since Monday, but the model is frightful — I told them I would rather make a soup than paint that head.
Robert-Fleury came in the evening (to the atelier, of course, as always).