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 Trechern 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 recognising them. Besides, they are not good enough for you to be speaking 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 republicans are not very good for us. Hecht began it, and then the gossip of the Dumas and the odd company they keep, the Munskaczys, 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 her lady’s maid for a long time, and the porter was already the porter here when she lived in this house for eleven years.
I believe those people told this old lady about my talents, and that we would be a real asset to these poor people.
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.