Thursday, 21 November 1878

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 of life: one must not come too close to them; one would soil one’s lips and spoil the object.
Paul — henceforth my one and only brother, and a colossus — has just arrived accompanying Nadine, Alexandre’s wife. She is small and blonde and twenty-eight years old; he is only nineteen, yet one would take them for husband and wife.
On their journey they met a Russian who took them for lovers; when Nadine had said that she was travelling with her nephew, he went and asked Paul again, hoping no doubt that they would contradict each other.
This innocent couple is very amusing.
Madame Gavini came to see us.
We must begin staying at home on Sundays; Turquan and Filippini came, and we had gone out.
Robert-Fleury came to the atelier this evening. Everything is still going very well. I have made “astonishing progress.”
This week, thanks to our Russians, I shall work only in the mornings and evenings.