Diary of Marie Bashkirtseff
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Tuesday, 23 September 1884

Mademoiselle,
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 contributor M. Albert Wolff.
Yours, etc.
That is what I dreamed. In reality: a flat refusal. As I had not counted on it too much, it gives me a slight chill — and then that is all.
I am without strength. Even my eyes have weakened proportionately.
We went to collect Jules from the Bois and when he had been put to bed I lulled him to sleep by running my hand through his hair.
That is what I dreamed.
But in reality it is Dina who stroked his head to put him to sleep. She is so robust, so plump, so strong that it was to her he asked. He is going dreadfully badly, for that matter. It is abominable.