Thursday, 18 September 1884

I have seen Julian! I had missed him. But it has been so long since we have met that we have not a great deal to say to each other. He finds me with the look of one who has arrived — composed; there is only art, everything else is not worth dwelling on; apparently I feel myself on an indestructible pedestal and regard other mortals with condescension. He finds my drawing for the Figaro very good and regrets that I give it to an illustrated journal instead of making a painting of it… Bother.
There is a whole family around Jules — the mother and the daughters, [Crossed out: women who are very] they stay to the end, but they seem like good-natured women, very chatty.
That monster Jules wants to nurse me — he wants me cured of my cough within a month; he buttons my jacket and is always anxious whether I am well wrapped up.
I am a good little brother to him, at any rate; this afternoon I am quite well enough, and I talk — thanks chiefly to these good ladies — and then, by the way, I forget to mention that the creature Bojidar arrived this morning with his mother; he is departing again this very evening for Étretat for ten days, and his dear maman is to remain with us for those ten days so as not to be alone — but in reality to economize.
She has made a practice of dining here every day for a year… and Bojidar who says today:
— You were quite right to insist that maman stay; she is so façonnière
Façonnière… I am certainly not that, at any rate. Once Jules had been put to bed, everyone came and sat down around the left side as usual; so I went and placed myself on the right, on the bed itself, so that his dream of yesterday was realized, or very nearly; thereupon he turned his back to the others, made himself comfortable, and began to talk very softly — of art.
One might say it was an invalid's whim. Oh! but reassure yourselves — I was seated quite modestly, my legs on the floor, my elbows on the bed, my face in my hands, listening with deep attention. And the rest of the company did me the service of talking very loudly.
Yes, he certainly has affection for me — even a selfish affection; as I was telling him that from tomorrow I would be working, he replies:
— Oh! not yet! You must not abandon me —
I am very fond of this child.
But where the devil is Mme Mac-Kay?
I must be on my guard before my own people, who are so dense! They will think I am replacing Mme Mac-Kay in Jules's heart. It is absurd.

Notes

Façonnière: excessively ceremonious, fussy about formalities — used here by Bojidar with heavy irony.