April 28th, 9 A.M.
Really I was very much annoyed , and I was rather cool with Lampron when we parted on the platform . What has come to the fellow ? To refuse to show me a sketch he had made before my eyes , and a sketch of Jeanne , too ! April 28th , 9 A.M. Hide your sketches , Sylvestre ; stuff them away in your portfolios , or your pockets ; I care little , for I bear Jeanne 's image in my heart , and can see it when I will , and I love her , I love her , I love her ! What is to become of her and of me I can not tell . I hope without knowing what or why , or when , and hope alone is comforting . This afternoon , at two o'clock , I met Lampron in the Boulevard St. Michel .