Tuesday, 10 February 1880

I had a long consultation with old Julian about my Salon picture; I put forward two ideas, which he thinks good.
I shall draw them both; it will take three days, and then we shall choose. I am not strong enough to bring off a man’s portrait brilliantly, a thankless subject, but I am equal to executing a figure (life-size, of course) and a nude, which, as Julian says, attracts me as it does all who feel strength in themselves. He amuses me, this man; he is building a future for me; he will make me do this and that if I am good, and since our last talk I have been good. Next year it will be a portrait of a famous man and a subject picture. “I want you to stand out from the ranks at one stroke!”
For this year, I, “the finder,” have found this: a woman at a table, her chin resting on her hand and her elbow on the table, reading a book. Effect of light on very beautiful fair hair; entitled: La Question du divorce by Dumas; this book has just appeared, and the question fascinates everyone. The other is simply Dina in a chemise gown of white crêpe de Chine, seated in a large antique armchair, her arms hanging loose and her fingers interlaced. A very simple pose, but so graceful that I hurried to sketch it one evening when she happened to be sitting like that while I was looking for a pose for her. It has a slight Récamier air, and so that the chemise is not too indecent I shall add a coloured sash.
What tempts me in this second idea is its utter simplicity and the beautiful passages to paint. Oh! It is sheer voluptuousness.
Today I am riding high. I feel superior, great, happy, capable.
I believe in a future. Well, there is nothing to be said about all that.
Soutzo is the little lapdog now.
I do not let it worry me; I send him away when I please, or go off to my own rooms and leave him with the others.
Kiki sat today; when he sits, Dina or the others are there and we chat the whole time.
There is a painful execution to carry out: Tarente. We knew he had been expelled from the Mirlitons for not paying, that he had behaved badly, that his name had been posted up, etc. But in spite of that we still received him, for he had the impudence to show his face. But yesterday Mme Gavini told me it was no longer possible to receive him; she has asked someone to tell him never again to dare to call at our house. “I took that on myself,” she said. It seems he does things so abominable that they cannot be explained.
“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 beating about the bush.”

Notes

The picture became Jeune femme lisant « La Question du divorce » (oil on canvas, 130 × 98 cm), Marie’s Salon debut of 1880, shown under the pseudonym “Marie Constantin Russ” with her cousin Dina as the model. Long presumed lost, it resurfaced at Sotheby’s London in 2012, identified by her translator Katherine Kernberger, and is now in a private collection. ↩