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Mahoudeau also was singing victory, constantly dragging in his 'Vintaging Girl, the daring points of which he explained to the silent Chaine, the only one who listened to him; while Gagniere, with the sternness of a timid man waxing wroth over questions of pure theory, spoke of guillotining the Institute; and Sandoz, with the glowing sympathy of a hard worker, and Dubuche, giving way to the contagion of revolutionary friendship, became exasperated, and struck the table, swallowing up Paris with each draught of beer.
It was impossible to avoid them, they were almost face to face; besides, his friends must have seen him, for they smiled. Claude, very pale, kept advancing, and he thought it all up on seeing Dubuche take a step towards him; but Sandoz was already holding the architect back, and leading him away.
You can eat it with your friends. It's settled, isn't it? At this proposal Sandoz and Dubuche, who had hitherto listened inquisitively, burst into such loud laughter that the picture-dealer himself became gay. Those confounded painters, they did themselves no good, they simply starved.
Dubuche was expected that evening, for he had formally promised to come. 'Yes, explained Henriette, 'there will only be nine of us. Fagerolles wrote this morning to apologise; he is forced to go to some official dinner, but he hopes to escape, and will join us at about eleven o'clock. At that moment, however, a servant came in with a telegram. It was from Dubuche, who wired: 'Impossible to stir.
Not for myself, but for a sculptor I know who's on the look-out for a Psyche. Have you got the address there? Thereupon Dubuche turned to a corner of the greyish wall on which the addresses of several models were written in chalk, haphazard. The women particularly left their cards in that way, in awkward, childish handwriting.
M. Margaillan was a great masonry contractor, already a millionaire five or six times over, and was making his fortune out of the great public works of Paris, running up whole boulevards on his own account. No doubt Dubuche had become acquainted with him through one of the architects he worked for.
Suddenly he stopped in the middle of the path. The elder hedges were leading to an open plain, and La Richaudiere appeared amid its lofty trees. 'Hold hard! of course, exclaimed Claude, 'I hadn't thought about it you're going to that shanty. Oh! the baboons; there's a lot of ugly mugs, if you like! Dubuche, looking vexed at this outburst of artistic feeling, protested stiffly.
Ah! the poor darlings are not heavy; and besides, with servants one can never be sure of anything. On entering the house, Sandoz and Claude again saw the valet who had been so insolent; and they noticed that Dubuche trembled before him.
It came just in time, too, for my mother sent me word that she was quite cleared out. Poor mother, what a lot of money I have to refund her! As Dubuche was evidently talking to himself, chewing the cud of his everyday thoughts his constant thoughts of making a rapid fortune Sandoz did not even trouble to listen to him.
And, turning towards Christine, who was smiling, sharing their delight: 'It's true, I didn't tell you. But the other day I met Dubuche, who was going up yonder, to the place where those monsters live But he stopped short again, and then with a wild gesture shouted: 'I'm losing my wits, upon my word. You have never spoken to each other, and I leave you there like that.
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