Saturday, 12 August 1882

There it is. It is tiresome that one cannot see the effect without compromising oneself... It is not that I am foolish enough to believe myself irresistible, but it is perfectly natural that a man in those circumstances should be madly in love with you.
All this shows me that there is in me an irresistible need to imagine and to write, and that I want... Good night.
I have a migraine... And during the sitting, old Robert-Fleury père appeared as if by chance — though I believe it was to offer advice on the portrait; I am not displeased, for the old man is far more capable than his bachelor son. My head aches so badly that I lie down for twenty minutes, which cures me entirely, and the Gavinis having come in the evening with Géry to take us to the café chantant, we go. Agathe drops out along the way. For a moment I thought I was going to be ill — and indeed I nearly was.