Tuesday, 10 February 1880

I had a long conference with old Julian on the subject of my Salon; I submitted two projects which he finds good.
I shall draw them both; it will take three days, and then we shall choose. I am not strong enough to pull off brilliantly a portrait of a man, an unrewarding subject, but I am strong enough to execute a figure (life-size, of course) and some nude, which, as Julian says, attracts me like all those who feel strength in themselves. This man amuses me; he builds a future on my head; [Words blacked out: he will make me] this, that if I am good, and since our last interview I am good. Next year it will be a portrait of a famous man and a painting. "I want you to break from the ranks all at once!"
For this year, I, "the finder," have found this: a woman before a table, her chin resting on her hand and her elbow on the table, reading a book. Effect of light on very beautiful blond hair, titled: La Question du divorce by Dumas; this book has just appeared, and the question fascinates everyone. The other thing is simply Dina in a chemise dress of white crepe de Chine, seated in a large antique armchair, her arms relaxed and her fingers interlaced. A very simple pose, but so graceful that I hastened to sketch her one evening when she happened to be thus and I was trying to pose her. It has a little Recamier air, and so that the chemise is not too indecent I shall put a colored sash.
In this second project, what tempts me is this complete simplicity and beautiful passages to paint. Oh! It is a true voluptuousness.
Today I am on top. I feel superior, great, happy, capable.
I believe in a future. At last, all that, there is nothing to say.
The little dog is Soutzo at present.
I do not trouble myself about it; I send him away when I want or go home leaving him with the others.
Kiki sat today; when he sits, Dina or the others are there and we chat all the time.
There is a painful execution to perform: Tarente. We knew he had been expelled from the Mirlitons for not paying, he behaved badly, he was posted, etc. But despite that, we still saw him, for he had the impudence to show himself. But yesterday Mme Gavini told me it was no longer possible to see him; she charged someone to tell him never to dare present himself at our house. "I took that upon my own bonnet," she said. It seems he does things so abominable that it is impossible to explain them.
"Even if you had been married for five years, it would be difficult to explain."
And if what I do is bad, Julian will tell me: "I know you well enough to know that one can tell you so without circumlocution."