Sunday, 4 April 1880

I painted a little head of a Parisienne in a large black hat and otter-skin coat, a bouquet of violets, her head tilted to the side, laughing. I spent a few hours on it, but it is small, and then it is for the poor...
Madame Gavini, whom I went to see, spoke to me thus: "My dear child, at this sale you will find yourself with the cream of the aristocratic society of Paris. The d'Hervey de Saint Denis, the Montebello, and the Tredern are the most insolent people in the world; they are beautiful, young, fashionable. If they are amiable with you, be amiable with them, but if not, take care. I believe they will be very amiable; you are young, pretty, nice, elegant. But do not speak of your Republicans; it would be terrible, you would be lost, it would be a horror, an indelible stain. Do not speak of them! Do not say you know any, and if any come, do not make a show of recognizing them. Besides, they are not good enough to you for you to speak of them; a word to the wise, is it not, Marie?"
Well, I do not know exactly, but I believe it is true and that the Republicans are not very good to us. Hecht began it, and then the gossip of the Dumas and the odd company they keep, the Munkaczys, and then the Krishabers themselves -- it has been more than a month since I saw them; I shall not go first to their Saturday since it has been a long time since Mme Krishaber came, and there is something in the air.
I do not know what earned us this sale and why Mme de Fitz-James thought of us. Our concierge was for a long time her chambermaid, and the porter was already porter here where she lived for eleven years.
I believe those people told this old lady about my talents, and that we would be a good contribution for these poor.
Maman went to visit the premises with the old Duchess, and everything is arranged.
Tomorrow I return to the atelier. If I have never had the sacred fire, I have it now.