Diary of Marie Bashkirtseff
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Sunday, 6 April 1879

I have a little morning hat so perfectly proper that I have no fear of going quite alone to spend my morning at the Louvre. But as this hat, while being distinguished, also becomes me, I make the conquest of a young artist who follows me the whole time and risks a tip of his hat in a corridor where there is no one — but I saw nothing, and he was thoroughly disconcerted by it.
In the afternoon our two drawing rooms — opened and looking very fine — had the pleasure of receiving Princess Karageorgevitch and her husband, Madame Mavrocordato and her daughters, then old Madame Gavini and the Linsingen woman.
In the evening, left quite alone, I work myself up so much in singing that my heart still beats and my eyes still shine.
Here is a newspaper clipping — but it has scarcely moved me at all; if I keep it, it is out of vanity — I like to prove that I never [Crossed out: never] attach myself to anything without color. And then! — what can I say — this man is so much my... male.
I trust you understand the meaning I give to that expression — I add this for the majority, which is rather dense.
^4^ Friday evening, at the Cirque des Champs-Élysées, a large electoral meeting of nearly six thousand people for the discussion of the candidacies of Binder, Godelle, and Dalligny.
Monsieur Paul de Cassagnac achieved a genuine oratorical success in advocating that voters mutually support in the second round of balloting whichever of the candidates had received the most votes in the first.