Diary of Marie Bashkirtseff
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Thursday, 24 June 1880

I went out all day; we paid a few calls, to Adeline, to the Goldsmids. Then to the Bois.
And in the evening I did some modeling; I shall do so nearly every evening from seven to eight, and on Tuesdays and Fridays when Lefevre comes, we work from seven to ten or from half past six to eight. He will work beside me so that I can watch, but he will not touch my work. This evening I sketched out a whole figure, almost in the round --- that is, entirely so; it is merely propped against a board to avoid having to set up an iron armature. Lorenzo Sporagna is posing. One stands the entire time, one walks about because one must see the model from all sides. It is perfect for me, who would never have had time to walk otherwise. And since I was missing Soutzo a little in the evenings, this will mean I no longer miss him.
Why does he not write? I know absolutely nothing of what has become of him. I was pretty that last evening, Saturday, and he was looking at me with tender eyes while standing behind my aunt. Those poor eyes, smiling to see me and sad to leave. But why no letter? Perhaps he is a hypocrite and a vile creature.