New people: M. and Mme Soubaloff (from Nice), the Baroness Reille, M. and Mme Brocheton, Moliner (a very wealthy Cuban), Moraes, the Countess and...
A promenade in the Bois, where one encounters heaps of familiar faces — only Paris offers such displays.
I have no place at the atelier. A ravishing American is going to pose for me on the condition that I give her the finished work.
Saint-Amand arrives to recite "La Nuit d'Octobre," but I do not yet know it, and besides, I slip away, impatient to have my first sitting with the...
Soutzo, to whom I granted a sitting for this morning yesterday, arrives an hour late (Kiki posed yesterday). Since he has already missed and...
My little American, whose name is Alice Brisbane, comes at ten o'clock and we go together. I am keen to go almost alone so as to see first where my...
I have just suffered one of those formidable, stupid, and pointless fiascos! Tomorrow is Easter; this evening — or rather tonight — we go to the...
A sitting with Kiki, but there are thirty thousand men around me — all the Soutzos and all the Turquans on earth.
Costume ball at the Pascalis' — prettier than their usual soirees thanks to the costumes; the crowd is crushing. The Mouzays among my acquaintances,...
Our Russians at dinner, and also the priest, and also Pelikan, who is stopping here for a month before leaving for Petersburg.
At the Salon with Mademoiselle de Villevieille. We abandon the family and Mme de Bailleul and Pelikan and Anitchkoff and go to find Caillas and...
Great compliments from Julian for my painting.
Old lady Gavini came again today to tell Maman I am overworking myself. It is true, but it is not the painting — not to be tired, I would only need...
When people speak in a low voice, I cannot hear!!! This morning Tony asked me if I had seen any Peruginos, and I said no without understanding.
Yesterday, company until eight o'clock; at eight o'clock dinner with Soutzo, and then to the circus — Le Sonnet.
What is good is when I want to thwart my inclinations. I have never yet succeeded; I have not even tried to struggle. Everything is limited to a...
Yesterday, finally, at eight in the evening, Maman and Dina departed. I would have cried, but we arrived ten minutes before departure — we were so...
Pelikan's daughter, Mademoiselle Pelikan, has arrived with Mme Cross, whose son married Zoe Pelikan, whom I knew in Nice. These ladies dine with us,...
Tony came this morning to the atelier and told me it is exceedingly lifelike, very good, and going well. Julian too! I am doing the portrait of a...
Only a few people: Engelhardt, Iturbe (the man with the twenty-seven million and the grimace), Lahovari, Saint-Amand, Mme de Bailleul. Soutzo arrives...
I went alone to the Salon, early; there were only people with passes. I looked carefully at the Joan of Arc and especially at Morot's Good Samaritan.
Yesterday evening I was teasing Soutzo about his supposedly Turkish origin, about his not very illustrious ancestors, and about the quarrel he had...
It is nine o'clock in the morning. I am leaving for the atelier, but I need to say that Soutzo is betraying me. Why, how? I do not know. I imagine it...
The newspaper clippings!
Saint-Amand has had a few lines printed in *Le Voltaire* about my painting.
Tony found the portrait exceedingly lifelike, well drawn, fairly well modeled, and not well painted.
I spend the morning arranging hats and playing with my dogs: Prater, Coco, Pincio, and his two children, Thing and Whatsit — both white.
It is nine o'clock in the evening, and I am nervous because Casimir has not come. Perhaps he was offended on Saturday. At dinner, in front of...
One still grows numb somehow or other, but what an awakening when one sees people a hundred times less worthy and three times more poorly endowed who...
Around eight o'clock Soutzo arrives. "What are you doing here?"
How beautiful it is in the morning — attention, I begin.
We go to hear Clemenceau's interpellation concerning the forces deployed by the police on May 23 against demonstrations that never took place.
Kiki, Antoine, Mme Gavini, Saint-Amand, Froman, Moraes, Mme de Bailleul, Soutzo.
The Gavinis, Antoine, and I at Auteuil. I am in white, a straw hat gracefully covered with a silk crepe veil, tied in front with two fresh roses....
I return from the studio after four days' absence.
I had the dream that always presages something disagreeable for me.
Yesterday they lunched here, and Soutzo came back for dinner. It is a bit much. But we spent a singular evening.
He presented himself at eleven o'clock and, seeing no lights, went away.
"Marry or go away," and I reply:
It is raining in torrents.
Soutzo tried to mesmerize me last evening, and I almost fell asleep, or rather grew numb under his eyes; it is an agreeable sensation, and I fear he...
You will guess the passage in the article that made me blush and turn pale to the point that I am still cold from it.
Soutzo came last evening. I have him read *Beatrix*; it does not amuse him.
I am in agony. In the afternoon Soutzo came, and I picked stupid quarrels with him because he is not a "delicate" and we are not alike.
I am better. I finished the sketch of Mme Gaupillat. Turquan, Moraes, Mme Gavini, Mme Engelhardt, de Villevieille... Collignon stays for dinner,...
Rosalie does not like Soutzo either, but like all the other regular visitors she is astonished at the speed with which he has planted himself in the...
Saint-Amand came, anxious about my health.
I spent the evening between Caillas and Cerny, to whom I had let slip that Caillas knows the secret of making eyes appear larger and of dyeing hair....
We were to have gone to Saint-Marceaux's with Mlle Graham, but I had not warned her — she was out — and I had warned the great man, who was expecting...
Fittings for dresses, then in the evening Soutzo, with declarations at full steam. He lets himself sink to his knees, takes my hands, and like a...
I worked all day. My model is so graceful and pretty that I kept putting off day after day the moment of beginning to paint — the preparation was...
The whole studio expected Tony to kneel before my painting, and he said little more than usual. Yet it is better work — though perhaps he was...