Tuesday, 19 August 1884

I am so poorly that I can barely manage to put on a linen 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!
— So you are deserting me, then, says he himself. Ah! that is not nice!
My coquetry would have me repeat here all the amiable reproaches he makes 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 quite touching... There is no longer any room for hesitation, for my friends — he threatened to beat me!
You understand that after such assault and battery I can no longer doubt his love.
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 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, and so do the Orthodox priest and his daughter.
But what do you think of Jules? First of all he is perfect — in my wildest dreams... I could not imagine him more affectionate towards us. I am lumped in with the others, all together.
And Mme Mackay?