Saturday, 23 June 1883

Mme Gavini, returned from Agen, and other visitors — but I saw only her; we talk about the inheritance. I let it be believed that it is considerable. In reality it will be a small matter.
My father squandered nearly everything; he leaves 140,000 roubles in debts which, once paid, will leave us in all fifty or sixty thousand roubles. Almost nothing... It seems they reckon I will renounce my share, because my aunt has a large fortune... That is fair and not fair, for Maman has given everything to Paul, and when all is said I have nothing but my expectations from my aunt and a little from Maman.
And then that is not all — it is more proper, for a heap of reasons, that I should inherit; in refusing I look like a stranger to the family, after all... And then it seems Paul’s household is not kind to Maman, especially Mme Paul, whom Maman defended, welcomed, and accepted. It is always so... They say that Marie takes everything. What do I take? Maman gave Paul more than she kept for herself, and there remains my aunt — but that is no one’s business — and over there they do not think it is Maman, my aunt, us in short, it is always her, Marie. In any case all this bores me and I do not want to concern myself with it; I think only that twenty or thirty thousand roubles of capital may come to me, and that I intend to use it to try to buy Joan of Arc, which is in America.
My painting drags on and I am irritated... and bored... When I think that I shall not paint until the day after tomorrow, it seems so long.