Monday, 10 January 1881

I arrive, and the partition has not been knocked down! Some misunderstanding or other with the workmen.
Another week lost, then! I do not even reproach anyone; I feel I should burst into tears. What gets on my nerves is that the machinations of Amélie and Co. will be crowned with success; it may be silly, but it is vexing all the same; otherwise I would not care a straw.
I am indignant, and everyone with me, and that is a delight. Those who were at first drawn by the engaging air of the heroine Amélie have grown disgusted with her falseness and are coming over to me. At ten o’clock I take a cab and go to make sketches of street refuges, having decided to drop the official picture, which makes me cough; the little American Alice — Récamier — arrives, we talk over my troubles, whereupon indignation at my persecutors and expressions of sympathy that in the end make me shed a few tears. Julian, who is not ill-natured and knows very well that I am right, prowls round the atelier all day and finally comes to tell me that the joiner has come to offer to knock it down from four to seven in the evening. I go and settle all that with an air still tormented and dignified, and everything is settled. The ladies think Julian has made an enormous concession in letting it be knocked down during the week and in sending the students away earlier.
— Make a speech to the ladies, he says to me; see whether they consent to be disturbed.
I answered boldly that the ladies would do it with pleasure. Which was true, and at four o’clock the workmen arrived. What is curious is Amélie’s changes of mood: as soon as things go well for me she is sad, and if I am in trouble she cannot hide her joy. Nasty nature, really!
The upshot is that I found two thick white hairs on my comb.
And then this morning I had already made a sketch: the flower market at the Madeleine. My pretty Parisienne with a little boy, buying from an old flower-seller emerging from her stall full of flowers. One has only to paint it as one sees it; it is very natural, very Parisian, very amusing to do and to look at, and perfectly feasible in my atelier. And then all those flowers — it is delightful. And it is easier than the official picture and quicker done, and done in peace at home. Well... I should have to find out what Tony will say, for the Jew Julian, for his part, cares about his shop.