Sunday, 5 September 1880

Wodzinski accompanies us to the theater where Rochefort's lecture had been announced, but no more Rochefort than on the palm of my hand; we come back empty-handed. Wodzinski goes to the races and we to the Exhibition at the Palais de l'Industrie, to visit the arts applied to industry, and on the first floor the exhibition of the works of the late Th. Couture. We meet old Tchoumakoff, whom we bring back to the house, and with whom we talk painting for two hours while having tea; at half past five the Moreaus arrive.
Wodzinski comes to dinner and takes us to hear the Gypsies at Madrid; there, at the first table, is the beautiful Odette with her husband Delattre and Montgommery. She asks me in a whisper if I am marrying Saint-Amand. Potin's gossip is making the rounds.
But that is not the point; on returning home I undress naked and am struck by the beauty of my body as if I had never seen it. I must have my statue made, but how? Without marrying, it is almost impossible. And I absolutely must; I would only have to grow ugly, to spoil... I must take a husband only to have my statue made, but no, the husband may not come for a few years; I must have myself done now. It costs very dear, at least 10,000 francs for the plaster alone, for you can well imagine who will do it: Saint-Marceaux.
The main thing is the money; where to find 10,000 francs? Whereas being married, I shall find the sum.
What do you say of this handwriting? Quite a man's handwriting, is it not?