Monday, 19 January 1880

Although unwell, I return to work. And at four o’clock Maman comes to fetch me and we go to finish paying our calls. The rue Vivienne being only a step from No. 23 Boulevard Poissonnière, we go to make a recommendation at the offices of the Nouvelle Revue, and then I have us announced to Mme Adam, who is in a meeting and who, after making us wait in her chief secretary’s office, receives us in her own. A vast room, elegant and serious, as is fitting. We come to thank her for her gracious invitation and for her ravishing party, so successful that I was obliged, alas! to leave so quickly. But this is only a pretext; I have long wanted to make the acquaintance of this extraordinary, illustrious woman. Anyway, the opening goes off well, and then we chat about everything, about my painting too. She agrees with Julian: when one does not need to earn one’s living, one should begin with a brilliant work. She is a ravishing woman, down to the sound of her voice, which is charming without being insipid and powerful without harshness. And when she speaks, she accompanies herself from time to time with a half-laugh so graceful and so seductive that it is like music. She seems pleased with herself and speaks complacently of all the work she does, “the work of three men.”
This woman’s friendship would be so precious to me, so useful too — what a coquette I am! But there is Hecht, who told Mme de Lesseps that Maman called her salon a gathering of riffraff that needed sweeping out. And Mme de Lesseps, on her return to Paris, stopped inviting us to her house. I understood nothing of it and thought she had simply forgotten, on the eve of their departure for Panama. But now Maman has been to see Mme Sholton, a friend of the de Lesseps, who told her everything. The prettiest part is that at Dieppe, at the casino, this vile Jew had said in front of me: “Charles de Lesseps (the son) and I will take a broom and sweep the salon, which is too crowded thanks to Madame’s indulgence and M. de Lesseps’ indifference.”
The world is full of little infamies of this sort.
The Jew is a powerful personage, and I can do nothing against him even if I do him all the harm I can. But he is an unpleasant gentleman; he speaks ill of everyone, he has even spoken ill of Mme Adam and of old Madame Arnaud, imagine! Heavens, I know a great deal can be said about Juliette Lamber, but it is not a friend’s place to say it. “I want only one thing,” this charming creature said to me, “and that is that you should not lose your illusions on seeing me close to.”
“That is impossible, Madame.”
“Oh! If you have heard of me through a friend...”
“Yes... but more bad than good.”
She says that only insignificant beings have no enemies, and that as soon as one rises a little one is attacked. “We have stayed a very long time, Madame; it may perhaps have bored you, but as it has given me great pleasure, I do not regret it.”
She is charming!
She asked if we had a day... Maman answered that we received every day until seven o’clock and especially on Sundays.
“Oh! That is perfect, my free day!” she exclaimed.
“Like me.”
“Like all busy people.”
From there on to other calls.
And in the evening the pain in my side comes back; how amusing.