Wednesday, 24 March 1880

Tony came but found nothing to fuss over in my painting... except one flower in the damask of the dress. At six o’clock we were still there talking.
We nearly took him with us to the fortune-teller Mme Jacob, whose prediction I shall tell you presently.
Mademoiselle de Villevieille came and is astonished and enchanted by my painting.
There will certainly be at the Salon, says Tony, things twenty times inferior to this, but there is still no absolute certainty, for that poor jury sees nearly six hundred a day pass before them, and sometimes they reject out of disgust at what they have seen, or from bad temper... but you have this in your favour: it has presence, it has an agreeable tonality, and then I have Lefebvre, Laurens, Bonnat, who are absolutely my friends.
What a fine fellow this Tony is, and I love him all the more because I do not believe him happy. The authority of his father’s name and his budding talent won him the medal of honour in 1870. Then little by little everything is forgotten, everything fades, and an enemy arises who, having influence over Wolff of Le Figaro, turns that terrible journalist hostile to him. Added to that, he does not know how to beat the drum for himself, and while people like Cot do large, well-paid portraits, he does small ones that bring in good money but give no satisfaction.
To return to my fortune-teller... this admirable woman proceeds by coffee grounds and palm lines. It was Soutzo who told me about her, but I let two weeks pass to throw off the trail. She kept me more than two hours. I shall be married twice. The first husband will live fifteen years. Great travels, around the world. I shall be a millionaire, prominent, a great position. Celebrity.
I work, either on a book or on art, but great success is near, and two others greater still. An illustrious man in my cards. Troubles caused by letters and a young man with a pointed beard, curly hair, swarthy complexion. But it seems I shall meet this young man, we shall have an explanation, and it will be discovered that he is not very guilty; besides, he is sorry to have grieved me. I shall make his acquaintance far from here, and it is with him that I shall live the happiest years of my life, in a country surrounded by water (see Edmond’s prediction).
Much luck, but deep falls from which I shall always rise again; enemies over whom I shall always triumph. In short, triumph all along the line. Many men, many lovers -- and if not lovers, love. Children.
In less than eighteen months, a very serious change of position. Not to let myself be ruled by the heart, no follies... I am inclined to them, it seems, that might turn me from my interests.
I shall soon receive money and give some. Beware of horses, for me or for Him. A fire in my country surrounded by water. An extraordinary existence. Liaisons with an older man. A man will kill himself for me. I shall be brought to court. In short... And then a heap of surprising details about the people around me.
Maman went to see her two weeks ago, and she spoke to her as to me of a gentleman who will do us harm; he has a scar on his eyebrow.
The good Tony lavished sober but heartfelt encouragement on me.
I can, if I wish, have “much talent” -- and by that, you understand, he does not mean what Maman means, what I have at present. “Much talent” means him, Bonnat, Carolus, Bastien, etc.
I must do serious studies, paint torsos at home to prepare myself for making paintings. Not think of anything but my painting, devote myself to it. I am admirably organised. Among women, there are only Breslau and I who understand the nude so well.
Few artists draw an academy figure as she and I do.
In short, what I have done there in eighteen days after two years of study is quite astonishing, but I must not stop at such successes. “None of those satisfactions.”
Sir, I did not do it for myself.
He knows that perfectly well, but I must avoid being influenced by such things; I must look further, more seriously. I can get wherever I want. Genius cannot be acquired, but to have talent one must work.
Above all, not to believe the compliments paid me; he tells only the truth.
But Sir, if you said otherwise I should be desolate.
Then let me work, let me apply myself, and I shall get wherever I want.