Sunday, 18 February 1883

Little Etincelle, Mlle de Peyronney, comes for luncheon — we spend the whole afternoon together and I sketch her portrait. She is as sweet as can be.
Then there is a call from the Baronne and Mlle Legoux. The mother is a great elegant, very beautiful.
And then we go to the Kanchines' with the Gavinis, the Randouins, etc. I am well dressed — there is no one there but old men who shower me with incense.