Tuesday, 19 February 1884

The maréchale brings M. Popelin. Popelin is very rich; he makes cloisonné enamelwork with talent, though an amateur. His son has won the Prix de Rome. The father — the one who came — is the official lover, or morganatic husband, of Princess Mathilde.
Claire’s painting is framed; Popelin finds it very good, except for the cluster of daisies... The one thing the girl did herself.
That is vexing, isn’t it? But I can hardly write for rage and nerves: after countless efforts and gropings I have at last found the ideal pose for Dina’s portrait. It will be beautiful to do, and all that is left is to paint it. But that awful old Villevieille cannot get to the end of her painting, and the only way to work in peace is to do the thing for her?
Another day lost tomorrow — only twenty-three days remain. Artists will understand my despair.

Notes

The Prix de Rome: the most prestigious French art prize, allowing the winner to study for several years at the Villa Medici in Rome. ↩