Sunday, 12 October 1884

I have not been able to go out; I am quite ill, though not yet bedridden.
The doctor comes every other day since Potain's visit — Potain sends his sub-Potain.
Ah! My God, my God — and my picture. My picture. My picture. My picture!
Julian came to see me. So they have let it be known that I am ill.
Alas! How to hide it! And how to go to Bastien's!

Notes

Marie's affectionate nickname for Potain's junior colleague.