Thursday, 28 August 1884

They have sent the particulars, dimensions, etc., from Le Figaro. And I have promised a sketch for the 15th of next month.
Bastien goes to the Bois every day, but...
The doctor orders nothing. Let him eat and do as he pleases. It seems to me they ought to prescribe broths, meat juices...
But if it is useless...
The architect looks very cast down.
It is he who carries his brother up and down on his shoulders every day.
As there was talk of going to the Bois with him, I say:
— Not on your life!
— Mademoiselle Marie Bashkirtseff is afraid of compromising herself. In the Bois, with an artist, an artist.
The word stressed the way I underline it, sarcastically.
He believes he is getting better.