Saturday, 20 March 1880

I go out to see to the formalities of entry forms, etc., etc. At the Salon there is a crowd, and pictures, and drays, and artists!
I go to the Under-Secretary of State’s to have him sign my form, since the extension was granted to Mlle Bashkirtseff while my picture is signed Russ.
Here, by the way, is a rough draft of the form. [Missing] He is very nice. Turquet tells me that people have spoken to him about my painting, then... in short, I no longer remember exactly all the errands I ran.
All afternoon everyone congratulates me on the extension, and those who have seen the painting congratulate me even more. All this nearly turns my head.
A feeling of unease in the evening... Soutzo poses as a friend and advises me to devote myself to painting, given my immense talent.
Do you think I shall marry no one just because I do not want you!!
It would be a pity to abandon painting!
I would not abandon it for that.
So you will marry?
Certainly -- not you, of course, but someone else.
Oh! I know, I never thought, I always believed that... and I knew it beforehand...
Well, that irritates me! He says he is not even in love; knowing himself unworthy, he has killed that feeling. All that irritates me, but the devil take it!