Tuesday, 3 May 1881

At the Salon with Gabriel — but it is very irritating to have my aunt at my heels; they say it is easy to get lost there, but not when someone is always determined to prevent it. I tried ten times and it was impossible. My aunt follows step by step; Maman allows it with complacency; I detest both approaches equally... My family is exasperating. We amuse ourselves by praising a picture that a beribboned gentleman with the air of a connoisseur was loudly declaring atrocious — he departed casting us a look of contempt. At half past four we part and I go home. Gabriel leaves tomorrow; I am sad about it for twenty minutes.
But I resent it... that is to say, no — but he must know very well how things are with us, and it humiliates me. People look at my canvas; I notice this with surprise.
And to think I had a voice that could have made a woman's fortune — and that not only have I lost it! But that...