Wednesday, 4 April 1883

Six children grouped together, their heads close to one another. Only to the waist.
The eldest is about twelve and the youngest six. The tallest, seen almost from behind, holds a nest, and the others look on with varied, true-to-life poses. The sixth is a little girl of four, seen from behind, head raised and arms crossed behind her back.
It sounds commonplace from the description, but in reality all these heads together form something extraordinarily interesting.
[In the margin: Gabriel writes me a twelve-page letter and sends samples of Turkish fabrics I had asked him for two months ago.] This evening we go to a soirée at Madame Hochon's, a friend of the Marshal's wife who had us invited. She is truly kind to us, and so is the Marshal, and the young girl with whom we are almost inseparable all evening. General Fleury and his wife.
Madame Lemaire. Many artists. Cabanel, whom I already know, and Francesqui, who is introduced to me and who, forewarned by the Canroberts, is perfectly charming. Cabanel and he speak of a medal… for the pastel. I would rather have a small mention but for the painting… In any case all this is very well.
Massenet played the piano and de Granier sang.