Wednesday, 1 December 1880

Leaving the atelier, I go to pick up Madame de Daillens and we go to 12 rue Cail, to Mademoiselle Hubertine Auclert’s. It is a Wednesday, a favourable day according to Edmond. We had rung in vain three times and, having gone back down, were parleying with the concierge when a young woman came to the lodge; we had stopped, undecided.
I recognised her instantly.
The concierge calls us back and Mademoiselle Auclert invites us to come up. Women’s Rights Headquarters. The words written on the door had already given me, before the young lady’s arrival, a fit of my old enthusiasm, and I pretended to throw my arms around Madame de Daillens’ neck.
The office: very poor, plain and bare. She lights the fire and sits before the fireplace, Madame de Daillens on her right, I on her left.
My comrade-in-arms begins... Then I say that I cannot help being deeply moved in the presence of the woman who has so courageously taken up the defence of our rights. Madame de Daillens is French, widow of an Englishman, M. Norscott. I am of foreign origin but brought up in France, and my name is Pauline Daria Orell. My secret goal is to paint Hubertine’s portrait for the Salon. I adopt the pseudonym Daria for painting — very pretty, very simple. It is a Russian baptismal name.
In short, she will be good for painting. Dark-haired, her complexion a little blotchy perhaps, but it is cold, and then there are days like that. Small, rather red hands, small feet. Very proper dress and speech.
She is pleasant and nice, her accent not very refined. She gives us a programme, a little brochure; we shake hands.
We join, we shall return, we shall pay our dues of twenty-five centimes per month, we shall come to the lectures. Of course! Until next Wednesday at three o’clock. I was amiable and said that the main argument of the reactionaries — the ugliness, the age, and the grotesqueness of the female lecturers — cannot apply, for: you are young and pretty.
I am pleased — no, not yet, for it may turn out badly; does not everything turn out badly for me?
We shall see.