Wednesday, 19 November 1879

I wrote to Tony to ask him which day it would be least inconvenient for him to come and see my studio. He comes this evening, and besides good advice we spend a pleasant evening together, around the samovar and in my studio (not in the new one — it is too cold and we do not go there), all the more so as he explains to me very clearly what must be done about the lamps. Tony is neither paid nor self-interested like Julian; what is more, he is a serious man. This evening he said what he had already said to Mme Breslau: that of the whole atelier only her daughter and I have exceptional gifts.
All the others — nothing; he passes them in review, and it amuses me to see all that pride treated so. And Amélie: a fairly good feeling for painting but utterly resistant to drawing — “I despair of ever getting her to draw.” But as for me, he speaks well of me only once I have left the room. Only he insists strongly that I go on, saying he is certain I shall achieve something, that for an amateur I already have talent but I am right to aim higher, that with more consistent guidance I shall make more progress, that he will take me in hand personally, that he will come and give me advice at home, that he advises me not to work always at the atelier but to have a model at home from time to time; and in the evenings I shall sculpt — he will come and give me my first lessons, and then one evening he will bring Chapu to see me.
In a word, I am entirely under his wing. And so, to repay him a little, I am commissioning my portrait from him, a small one; and now that spoils my happiness — I fear it may be too dear, and then I shall think he protects me for that reason; no, though, since the portrait comes afterwards... but if I pay him for this portrait, I shall own a fairly considerable work. I am too stupid, and above all I hurry too much when I write; it is impossible to say anything properly. All evening this man was the very best of company, talking and giving advice... what bores me is doing my copies.