Monday 17 / Tuesday, 18 March 1879

I dreamed again of the apartment of Monsieur and Madame Paul de Acard.
Amélie improvised a hoax that prevented us from working. Madame Worms was assured that Mademoiselle Jeanne had been shut up at the Dubois establishment, while the said Jeanne hid behind an easel — this went on for an hour, and upon discovering the deception the victim wept like a calf. Charming, women.