Thursday, 3 August 1882

Same. I [would like to] try to breathe some modernity into this Academician, just as I thought of purifying Mme Cartwright's salon... The thing is, this Tony is impossible. He paints Vaubans, Lafayettes, Charlotte Cordays... Or else the cardinal with his nieces!! Or Richelieu playing with kittens!
And the music-loving cardinal! I know perfectly well it's for sales, but still! One shouldn't even sell such things! And his methods! He goes and makes a sketch of a tree, then writes down what its tones are, and back home he paints it from memory, from written notes.
Finally, as he was showing me an album of his Prix de Rome companions, we spoke of the benefits of such gatherings where one can exchange ideas and improve together. And immediately: why not establish a dinner club? Five women and five men. Ten founding members, the rest admitted only by unanimous vote. That would be delightful and novel and charming. I embrace the idea... For the men it's easy. Tony, Saint Marceaux, Bastien, Gervex, Julian. For the women... Myself, and who else? For they must be agreeable, respectable, and at least a little celebrated. There are some, of course... But there is so much to consider...
Mme Madeleine Lemaire would be a marvel; then Jules Breton's daughter, Mme Dermont; then... Mme Commere, née Patton (daughter of M. Cabanel).
There are others too — who? There are many, and it is very difficult. It would be delightful.
We find Soutzo at the house; he is kept to dinner for information about Algeria. Tchoumakoff too, and Saint Amand — that is to say, Agathe.