Sunday, 17 August 1884

Monday, 18 August 1884.

Tuesday, 19 August 1884.
I am so poorly that I can barely manage to put on a cotton dress without a corset to go to Bastien's.
His mother receives us with reproaches. Three days! Three days without coming! It is horrible. And as soon as we are in his room Emile cries: why — so it's over! What, no more friendship!
— Well then, you are abandoning me, he himself says then. Ah! That is not right!
My vanity would wish me to repeat here all the amiable reproaches he lavishes on us and his assurances that never, never can we come too often.
But I ought to be dancing for joy! Emile said he only brightened up at our arrival.
In short it is to a touching degree... There is no longer any room for hesitation, for my friends — he threatened to beat me!
You understand that after such a physical demonstration I can no longer doubt his affection.
My aunt having told him that I prevented them from coming to see him every day, I drew near and knelt before the bed:
— Yes — because the people one loves most end up being tiresome... Every day.
Then he seized my chin — hear this, peoples of France! — and raised his hand [Crossed out: made the gesture of striking me] while I offered him my back. He did not deign to strike. But here is an art student who has taken me by the chin. Good heavens.
After that, no more hope, my friends — I am nothing but a [little girl].
And as he insisted we should come:
— To make oneself adored one must make oneself desired, I say.
— Oh! but the day has twenty-four hours — give me one hour and twenty-three remain during which one desires you...
— If that is how it stands, I say [with] comic emotion, I am conquered... Yes, since it is so... No more resistance possible!
Emile dines with us, the priest and his daughter.
But what do you think of Jules? First of all he is perfect — in my wildest dreams... I could not have wished him more affectionate toward us. I am grouped with the others, in one block.
And Mme Mackay?