Wednesday, 24 August 1881

Alexis and Bojidar are back. Bojidar is entirely given over to Sarah. There is no longer any way of getting near him, and he would let himself be broken on the wheel to maintain that she detests publicity, is not in the least affected, and so on and so forth. Much more of this and he will maintain she is a virgin. Alexis is equally enchanted to be admitted to the intimacy of the great artist. And like the two young simpletons they are, they talk of this woman with a satisfaction, a youthful vanity. I do not blame them — but I am envious, and it irritates me to hear Sarah Bernhardt praised; and at the same time I am pleased by it, for I know how much mise en scène contributes to her success. Far be it from me to suggest she is not graceful, charming, intelligent — she is all of that. But her sculpture and her painting are worth nothing. Ah, but the mise en scène.
It gives her an artistic aura — universal, magnificent — that her talent alone could never have given her.
And so I have decided to treat myself to a considerable mise en scène.
I shall build a mansion more beautiful than Sarah Bernhardt's and studios larger than hers.
Her mansion must be worth at most three hundred thousand francs — not even that — I am speaking only of the land and the construction. The rest…
So I can spend five hundred thousand francs by selling in Nice and with the help of the Crédit foncier. In addition I shall have the sixty thousand roubles that are only waiting for the end of the lawsuit to go into my pocket — sixty thousand roubles come to nearly two hundred thousand francs, which I shall spend little by little on various furnishings for my house.
Then there is the famous sale of a Russian property which is to give me a capital of six hundred thousand francs — thirty thousand in annual income. Why, I am going to be rolling in money! More or less. For there will still be eighty thousand francs of income for the family and thirty thousand for me. Can you picture it — thirty thousand francs a year just for me. But I need not even spend the two hundred thousand francs mentioned above — I have only to add them to the six hundred thousand, making eight hundred thousand francs, and with a small effort, a piece of land sold, two hundred thousand more — a million francs in all. That would be fifty thousand francs a year, with which I can decorate my house handsomely without foolishly spending a capital of two hundred thousand francs. And once that is settled and progress made in painting and sculpture — well, one might, for the sake of a proper position, marry a decent man of good family who will leave me perfectly in peace.
And it is no more clever than that.
Starting tomorrow I shall begin by inquiring about the prices of several plots I have marked out. M. Dubel is an architect I believe to be suitable — he will only have to give practical form to my fancies. He has been forewarned.

Notes

Mise en scène: theatrical staging and self-presentation; here Marie uses the term to mean the deliberate construction of a public image.
Crédit foncier de France: the French land mortgage bank, founded 1852, which financed property loans.