Saturday, 21 December 1878

Once again M. Georges is being tolerated and they hide it from me. The night before last he came at night to shout and frighten everyone.
Nadine is stunned and revolted. I was seized with fury on learning from Paul that this monster was there and that my family was tolerating him and hiding it from me. I burst into tears, praying God to let me die.
I was supposed to go to the theater with Mme Gavini; I went — and the good woman went into raptures over my healthy look, my pretty face, and my rested air. Blanc was there.
Painting is not going well. I think it will take me more than six months to equal Breslau.