Sunday, 20 June 1880

Saint-Amand and d'Alt escorted us home from the circus. It was raining in torrents. When I believe in people's sincerity, I am neither cruel nor heartless. Soutzo has no doubt departed. Yesterday there was a service at the Russian church and Wodzinski saw him there. It is always so sad to leave. The day before yesterday, seeing that child at my feet, I thought that with a single look I could change his torment into happiness... And how wretched it is not to give happiness when one has the power to do so!! I had the idea of placing my hands on his shoulders and saying to him: very well, I love you too, let us not wait six months or a year, I consent to be your wife! But the experiment, however divinely curious, would have been revoltingly cruel. I believe he will have his Saint Matthew; if he truly loves, he will understand. He has certainly earned it.
Madame Engelhardt and her son and Cerny lunched with us.
Then my aunt, Cerny, and I went to the Salon and then to the Bois. I spent the morning at the Salon, which closes this evening. Le Bon Samaritain received the medal of honor. But however stunning M. Morot's painting may be, the medal of honor ought to be awarded with greater difficulty. Besides, they make it obligatory, yet they do not give it on merit but to the best work in the Salon.
Bastien-Lepage's landscape is not perfect; it harms his figure, but what an admirable figure! That head is an absolutely exceptional work. Morot's painting almost bored me today, whereas Bastien-Lepage! I went from one to the other, and then to a sleeping head by Henner and to a little nymph by the same Henner --- it is charm itself. It is not quite nature, but... but no, it must be nature; it is adorable. The nymphs in the twilight are incomparable and inimitable. He does not vary, but it is always charming. His nudes at the Luxembourg are not worth what he is doing now. His painting from last year is the best thing I have seen from him. I passionately longed to buy it; I would look at it every day. Ah! if I were rich... Soutzo will not have his Saint Matthew. It is strange, the effect that the Morot had on me; it is tedious beside Bastien and Henner. Henner!... it is inexpressibly charming.