Wednesday, 7 May 1884

I receive from Düsseldorf a request to engrave and publish my painting, and also other works of mine should I judge it appropriate.
It is amusing. But you know, I am not letting it go to my head.
On the whole, yes, it is a success — everyone assures me of it; they were not saying so last year. Last year there was a modest artistic success with the pastel, but this year...
Only it is not a thunderclap. No — and if my name were announced this evening at a society gathering, no stir would follow, unless that gathering were full of painters. For... a... success to reach my heart and make me happy, that is what it would take.
Yes — at the announcement of my name conversations must stop and every head must turn.
Since the Salon opened there is not a newspaper that has not mentioned my painting — yes — but it is not yet that!
This morning there is a lead article by Etincelle: society lady painters. Very smart. I come immediately after Claire and have as many lines as she does. I am a Greuze — blonde, with the determined brow of one who will be somebody, with deep eyes. I am very elegant, I have talent, and I produce good realism in the manner of Bastien-Lepage. But that is not all — I have the smile and the winning grace of a child.
Le Sport celebrates me as well. It was I, after all, who furnished Etincelle with most of the information about the society artists. And Le Sport too. But I did not compose the notes about myself. As for Drumont (Sport), he may well mean it he writes it, since I received a letter the day before yesterday in which he begs me to accept his compliments — not as a man of the world or as a polite man, but as an artist — on the Meeting, which is certainly one of the finest things in the Salon. Well, I never! And I am not transported. Not in the least.