Friday, 16 July 1880

Julian finds my painting very good, very good, and Amélie is obliged to say that it is not bad, for Julian is stricter than Tony.
We stayed at the atelier until six o’clock --- Amélie painting Mlle de Villevieille and I painting Miss Richards.
I am wild with delight at Julian’s praise.
We leave tomorrow and I am enduring the annoyances of the day before departure --- packing, etc., etc.
It is fortunate that I am leaving; otherwise the atelier would no longer go so well. I am, at present, its undisputed leader; only Amélie places herself before me, the others put her after.
I give advice, I amuse; they go into raptures over my work. I take a coquettish pleasure in being good, kind, obliging, in making myself loved, in loving my comrades who are in need of my precious advice, and in consoling them with fruit or ices.
The other day, as soon as I had gone out, they began to speak well of me. Mlle Marie del Sarte could not get over it when she told me, and Magdeleine, who draws as you know, wants to start painting and has placed herself under my wing for advice. It is true that I teach perfectly; if I painted as I teach, I would be very pleased.
In short, what do you expect? Being a splendid teacher is always something. Julian regrets that I cannot push this head further, which “would be an exhibition piece.”
“That has temperament, it is natural, it is frank, it is alive.”
The little one has an original head: very large eyes, enormous eyelids, an enormous brow ridge, somewhat surprised eyebrows, a turned-up nose, a pretty mouth, a charming complexion. She is young, but there is something faded about her, which is not unpleasant however. Golden hair which I believe is dyed but which is admirable, arranged like a lion’s mane against a dark green background.