Friday, 23 May 1884

Opening of the Meissonier exhibition in the rue de Sèze, for the benefit of the night shelter for the homeless. Maman is a patroness.
There are six hundred million francs' worth of paintings there, and it is only a third of what he has done. I am in dark grey. Mme Gavini is with us, then acquaintances — Lachaud, Missak, Pavon, Iturbe. M. and Mme. Double. Double is ugly but very amiable toward me.
Mme Mackay — Jules's — was there in black; I found myself very close to her and my heart beat very fast. I thought Bastien forgotten, and here I am moved at the sight of his... lady. She is very pleasant, though younger than I imagined.
From there we go to the Salon. Few people. Carolus as charming as ever — I very much hope he will vote for me.
And Tony. Dina takes him aside and he says he can say neither yes nor no, that I have chances but one never knows. And Hayem, who announces a visit for this evening. He duly arrives and stays more than an hour pouring cold water over me.
I wonder what drives him to come and tell me all manner of things calculated to annihilate my pride, if I have any. This and that. And the painting is too large — where would one put it? Very difficult!
If the State were to buy it from me, would a few hundred francs either way matter? One must not count on the American dealers. As for the landscape, it really is not much to speak of. And this painting which was so good that I must have had help becomes a thing... that does not compel. But well — don't be downhearted.
And one can see he has been talking to all the artists about me. Is it the tactic of a crafty dealer to reduce me to modesty and buy something from me very cheap.
I could see Maman about to say something impertinent and Dina becoming vexed. I was rather amused. Coming on purpose to inspire modest feelings in me for more than an hour...
There must be some interest in it for him. What a pity that I simply do not wait! I sat there like an idiot, at the mercy of my household's cleverness. If I were... I should have taken that dealer in!
Tony says he buys at the Hôtel Drouot and everywhere, and deals in secondhand things.
I shall have to give up on the medal. Why did anyone speak of it? I was at peace.
And now it will be a disappointment.