Sunday, 27 March 1881

I reckon four hundred thousand francs, and in Russia there are sixty thousand roubles of capital which can be realised in a few weeks — that makes six hundred thousand francs; and I shall have a hundred and fifty thousand roubles' worth of land sold (my aunt has land worth five hundred thousand roubles). That will give me a million francs to dispose of independently of my family's income. I am delighted at the thought: it would mean independence, security. Apart from my fifty thousand francs of income (at five per cent), I shall have forty thousand from my family during their lifetime (leaving them thirty thousand francs a year). So there I am at the head of nearly a hundred thousand francs a year. It is the villa that has given rise to all of this.
I went to the Gavinis' — I was coming down as Basire was going up. Then to the Bois; crowds of people; I am delighted and build the most fanciful castles in the air.
Bojidar dines here. And before that — Berthe's visit. Everyone says she has fallen in the world and that in Nice she was seen at the theatre with kept women. It comes from so many quarters at once that one is inclined to believe it... only it is so dreadful!
She has confided in Maman; she wants to leave her husband, laughs at propriety, and sings the praises of young Blanc. In short she looks as if she has lost her reason.
And I have my head full of Cassagnac. Is it not extraordinary?!
It will soon be three years since I last spoke to him.
And I can imagine love only in connection with him. He is thirty-seven and I knew him when he was thirty-two — five years ago now, and for five years he has occupied my thoughts, more or less, always...
Before I had even seen him I felt something extraordinary was coming, and from the very first moment of our acquaintance there was — I cannot say what... When I knew him I was aware neither of his brilliant position then nor of anything in politics, yet all of it came as a revelation. And now that he has lost his prestige I still feel capable of lying at his feet... he is, moreover, the only one who is my equal in love, the only one I would find it natural to love... With others it would be condescension and I should ultimately be humiliated, but with him it would be Love, passion... frenzy... One knows these things, I assure you; I compose stories behind closed eyes, and I... could love only him... up to now... I had believed that a man must be superior, a man of genius or at least great talent, to be loved...
But in any case I do not love him — I say only that I could love none but him, but... we shall see.
I do my competition work in the morning; the afternoons I shall spend going out. We go to the Queen's, where there is a great crowd; I was reluctant to go, feeling uneasy since I know the Marquise d'Altavilla, her lady-in-waiting, and the Marquise de Merced, the chamberlain's wife, so little. We have not been for eight months. These ladies were very agreeable, so the ice is broken and I shall return with pleasure.
The Queen told us she would hold entertainments after Easter and invited us. And then kind things — that I have intelligent eyes — so I am now easy in my mind. You know how it goes, one after another as at the dressmaker Laferrière's: after us came the Appletcheieffs, and you know that madame was a woman of the streets. Her bearing is so little correct that Mme d'Altavilla asked me with a singular air whether I could tell her who Mme Appletcheieff had been before her marriage. I said I knew nothing. Miranda is no longer at the embassy — his post has been abolished, and besides he has many enemies; it appears he is not very immaculate either. So he is done for, and we ought to have visited his daughter long since; when we arrived, Rosita and her father were therefore delighted. I was very amiable on purpose, so they should not think their change of circumstances affects me.
Thanks to Saint-Amand there is already much talk of the costumed ball we are to give: it will be the finest of entertainments, a great success, everyone will speak of it; there will be the most prominent personalities, the most elegant women, the great names — more than two hundred guests. He has thoroughly set his mind on it. "The girl is elegant, pretty, intelligent, etc. etc. A success at Dalmas's, then we must have the success of the evening, and then the painting."
Saint-Amand is taking it all in hand.
I have a shoemaker called Delmas who makes of my already small foot an object of curiosity. No one can understand how one walks in them — they are narrow, pointed, unnatural, but pretty and astonishing. This caused a kind of stupefaction among the ladies of the Palace; M. de Merced makes no secret of his amazement and stares at the foot. I do not even believe anyone finds it pretty — but it is extraordinary. And above all the heels are very low: with high heels it is easy to achieve, but then the shoe is wide and ugly.
I learn at the studio that Breslau has already been accepted, and I have no news of my canvas.
I worked until noon and then we did errands that seemed to me agonisingly long. They had promised at the studio to send me word; at six o'clock I find a note from Amélie who still knows nothing, because Julian was unable to see Lefèbvre.
I have exhausted every form of reasoning in the world and gained nothing but fever and a headache, outwardly calm it is true. But that wretched creature Rosalie, having gone to ask the ladies for money to send the telegram in which I paint my anxieties to Tony — those ladies read the telegram.
It is dreadful — now I can neither show myself at the studio nor remain here, in the family!...
I would not wish my anguish on anyone — whoever you might be.

Notes

Châteaux espagnols: literally "Spanish castles" — the French equivalent of "castles in the air," idle fantasies and wishful thinking.
The Queen: Queen Isabella II of Spain (1830–1904), who had been living in exile in Paris since 1868. She held court at the Palais de Castille and was a fixture of the Bonapartist social set.
Jules Joseph Lefebvre (1836–1911): French academic painter and jury member at the Salon. His word on acceptance was decisive.