Sunday, 22 May 1881

Gabriel sends me two Latin books I had asked for, only available in Berlin, and the following kind letter — [missing]
One cannot conceive of my vexations. They talk of illness until their throats are bone dry — everyone offers an opinion. Maman says that Mont-Dore did me harm because I followed the treatment, that one goes to the spas only to rest, and that she trusts only the German waters because there are no inhalation rooms elsewhere, etc. Then that Eaux-Bonnes will harm me because it must resemble Mont-Dore. Then Dina says that... I no longer know what, I am growing dizzy from it, and I could weep with rage at hearing the same thing all day long, drawn out to such a degree that people end up saying such absurdities that I laugh in the midst of tears. They have irritated the subject so thoroughly that no one can touch it any more.
And I can bear it no longer...
Alexis, my father and I played cards, then I went out with my father. In the evening Mme de Brimont came and we talked about my illness for an hour and a half.
Tony had promised to tell me about a project once I had decided whether to leave or stay; I wrote him that I was staying, to learn what it was — and here is his letter. It is as kind as can be. Well — here is the thing. If I go to Russia I must stay long enough to produce a painting, and the painting I would make just now would not be good. If I stay only a short time the whole summer is chopped to pieces — for I must go to the waters and then come back again — that makes three fragments and it cannot be arranged.
Working at Tony's will do me good — but what will he actually teach me? He has the same detestable dryness and meanness of colour as I do. If only it could be Bastien-Lepage in his place — that would be real good fortune. The little I have learned came from Breslau, who learned it from Bastien-Lepage. It is more enormous than anyone can imagine to watch a strong artist at work. Besides, none of this means anything to my family, and delightful as they are they cannot understand my calculations about studies — but in any case... There it is! Must go and see an alienist.

Notes

Jules Bastien-Lepage (1848–1884): the leading naturalist painter of his generation, whose plein-air technique and sympathetic treatment of rural subjects were enormously influential. Breslau had been directly influenced by his methods, and Marie covets the same transmission of craft.