While they were putting Jules to bed, we stepped into his brother's studio, and as I teased him a little about his architecture, he showed me a...
Can you suppose for a moment that I am infatuated with Bastien?? No; I go, but *things are what they are.*
And the weather is fine every single day!
At that time I had grievances against him that had blinded me. I ought to have gone to him and nursed him to the end. He said nothing, because he was...
There is a whole family around Jules — the mother and the daughters, they stay to the end, but they seem like good-natured women, very chatty.
To go is to suggest that he is very ill; to stay is to sit there like spectators while he writhes in pain —
I return with a raging fever. Guests arrive, but by some miracle are not kept to dinner. If you only knew!
The doctor was there, and this child wanted me to consult him. I took good care not to.
I have the pleasure of informing you that your drawing has been accepted by the *Figaro Illustré* and has even been particularly noted by our...
My aunt left on Monday; she will arrive at one in the morning, and the following morning the case comes up. And yet! If you knew — believing...
I need not bore you with my illnesses. The thing is that I can do nothing!!
— Him, him, the real one, word of honour!
The doctor has been coming every other day since the visit from Potain, who sends me his sub-Potain.
Bastien has come again. And Robert-Fleury.
Potain came yesterday. I am no better.
Woe to us. And how many concierges are in perfect health!