Thursday, 8 June 1882

A grand dinner at our house. The Duchess of Fitz-James, Mlle de Charette — but here is the plan (see p. 22).
In the evening there are also the Comte and Comtesse de Béarn, M. and Mme Jide, M. and Mme Randouin, Montgomery, Melissano, the two Pignatellis, Rehmann, and five or six young men who were brought along in the belief that there would be dancing.
written across the page
Let us not forget the celebrated explorer Count de Brazza, who is a friend of the Fitz-Jameses and whom we met at the de Lessepses’.
It was Maman, who will never listen to me, who said to bring some.
Carolus was charming, adorable, ravishing. When Mmes de Fitz-James, de Turenne, and de Charette leave, we go through to my studio — everyone piles onto the floor, onto the cushions, onto the bearskins! Carolus sings, plays, talks; he is an astonishing creature. Nadaud had given us three or four songs at the beginning of the evening, and towards the end Maurel finally deigned to let us have a piece. I do not like that great baritone — his art is common. But Carolus, who remembers having met us at Fayet’s — do you recall, the other evening three years ago, when Berthe and I, accompanied by Bojidar, explored the Latin Quarter; it was snowing, it was cold — following that encounter at Fayet’s, we had arranged to meet him at the Murcia charity festival by means of an extravagant letter. And he tells me all of this over dinner.
So we are, as one might say, accomplices — there is a body between us!
Ah! This creature is amusing! Imagine — he almost made me jealous by talking with Brisbane. Oh, the empty-hearted women. And Gabriel? And Tony — Julian took him off at half past twelve. That made Carolus less interesting... In short, all that, all that, all that does not alter the fact that I truly have an empty heart. That is what came of this evening, when I was at the height of my beauty in an exquisite white gown, with a neck on which the men’s eyes lingered in long looks... The elder Pignatelli is rather nice, especially beside his dolt of a brother, who is only twenty and has five hundred thousand francs a year. He played the mandolin; Odette sang. Ah! I enjoyed myself with that devil Carolus-Duran. Only, at the end of it all — what?? Something forced, I know not what... For after all... I do not know what.
Une forme ovale hérissée de traits, d'où rayonnent les noms des invités écrits de la main de Marie : Fitz-James, Tony, Carolus, Gabriel Géry, Bojidar, Gavini et d'autres
Dessin de Marie : les convives de la soirée autour d'une forme ovale Mon Journal, t. 15, p. 22
And the painting?? The pastel is very good — Tony told me so again this evening. But this week has been truly deplorable; I painted abominably!... Ah! I shall never have any talent...
It is past four o’clock, broad daylight — I close the shutters tight to make myself an artificial night, while the workmen’s blue smocks pass by in the street, already on their way to work.
Poor souls. It is raining; before five in the morning these poor wretches are toiling, and we... we who whine over our Doucet-lace woes...
There — I have produced a common phrase, a platitude... Each in their own sphere suffers and complains, and each has good reasons for it... As for me, at present I complain of nothing — for if I have no talent, no one is to blame for it... And likewise if I have not yet found a brilliant husband... I only ever complain of things that are unjust, unnatural, and detestable — as so many things in the past were... And in the present still, although... And yet this isolation was a blessing that might perhaps lead me to talent.
Lucky Carolus — celebrated, and believing himself the most sublime artist of all time.
I am going to leave for Brittany and work there...

Notes

Pierre Savorgnan de Brazza (1852-1905), the explorer who opened up the Congo for France. ↩
Gustave Nadaud (1820-1893), prolific songwriter and chansonnier. ↩
Victor Maurel (1848-1923), celebrated baritone, later the creator of Iago and Falstaff in Verdi’s operas. ↩
The Murcia floods of 1879 provoked a major charity campaign in Paris. ↩