Thursday, 6 May 1880

Great compliments from Julian for my painting.
Soutzo has a mania for recounting his first impression. It seems that before seeing me, he had heard about us — about me — every day from Alexis, who came to see him while he was ill and told him I was the most beautiful and most astonishing of women. So, based on Alexis’s tales, he had imagined me as very tall, imposing, calm, cold, pretentious — a Greek head, a Semiramis in short. (It is curious that from what is said of me and from my letters, people always form this idea of me.) And when he saw me at the Princess’s, he was quite dumbfounded — first at not finding this great beauty, and then at seeing me poke fun at Gambetta, talk politics like a bluestocking, then mock everything quite seriously and grow angry at what I myself had said.
And then so lively and so changeable that one could neither study nor see me. It is amusing to hear what people think of me and the effect I produce. But I grow angry, call him a vile creature, a bourgeois, an imbecile unworthy of anything, incapable of understanding either beauty or charm — Alexis, now that’s more like it!
He takes it seriously and comes to justify himself for half an hour — I sitting at my desk, he on his knees, explaining that it was only the first impression, that afterwards he understood, etc. etc. etc.
That good Alexis — when I meet him, I shall return his bow most graciously. Good fellow who finds me beautiful!
Maman is finally going to leave for Russia, and today there was a host of visitors. The Gavinis, Mme Odette, Mazewsky, and old Géry. His daughter, Mme Dupont (!), has had a miscarriage and is giving them grave worries. Indeed, Mme de Brimond had told me so, and I knew that on the day of the dinner it was not an idle excuse.
As for the vile Gabriel, he is sitting his examinations on the 15th of this month and goes nowhere. “You hardly see him, do you, Madame?”
“Not at all, Monsieur.”
“He is absolutely determined to pass this time, and goes nowhere. It is all I can do to send him for a walk in the Bois on Sundays to get some air.”