Diary of Marie Bashkirtseff

It is very sad. The poor woman must have been glad of our arrival — he was suffering and growing bored... On the way back my aunt got into their carriage and we took the artist.

# Dimanche 31 août 1884

Since he must die [Crossed out: there is nothing to be done] — it is no longer amusing.

Puisqu'il doit mourir [Rayé: il n'y a rien à faire] ce n'est plus amusant.