Sunday, 19 September 1880

I said to myself, just to see, that I would say yes to Soutzo — convinced that an obstacle would arise the moment I said yes. Well — it happened. If I wanted to take him, I would have to pull him out of the scrape he is in, pay for him, and heaven knows what else. Yesterday — Saturday — I saw Tony again at the lesson.
[Written across the page: Tony found this week's painting to have more suppleness. I tell him about my consumption and we laugh about it together, he and Amélie and I.]