Monday, 15 March 1880

Needless dramas. Everything is settled; on Saturday reassuring telegrams arrived. There is nothing serious. Old Bashkirtseff proposes to Paul, as soon as Maman has arrived, to go and ask officially for the infanta’s hand, to wipe out the scandal.
As for the young people, they are agreed that if they are not married once Lent is over (one cannot marry during Lent), or if the parents on either side oppose their union, they will quite simply do away with themselves. Like Pyramus and Thisbe. Love is a beautiful thing.
Mademoiselle Florence Graham, a very proper young lady from the atelier, comes to work with me. She paints a still life while I potter about with my picture.
I have written to Tony to ask him to come, and I am terrified.
Berthe has just left.
Yesterday Gaillard, the Mouzays, and Soutzo dined with us.
Soutzo sent superb asparagus surrounded by flowers. I am so afraid of what Tony will say; it seems to me so presumptuous of me to exhibit, although Julian said that if all the exhibitors were of my calibre it would be a very good thing.
I think I shall die of shame when he comes to see the picture; I do not know whether I shall dare, and yet I can hardly leave the room if he comes. It is incredible that it should be I who say this, and yet you see! If I said it aloud, people would think I was joking.
The Pure One has arrived. Our ladies met him yesterday on the Champs-Élysées. But my poetic notions are over.