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The forty paintings thus rescued at the eleventh hour, were those of the beggars at the door those whom one allowed to glide with empty stomachs to the far end of the table. 'For my "charity," repeated Fagerolles, feeling very much embarrassed; 'the fact is, I meant to take another painting for my "charity." Yes, some flowers by a lady He was interrupted by loud jeers. Was she pretty?
The servant was now handing round the undercut. They ate, and emptied the decanters; but their bitterness was so great that the best things were offered without being tasted, which distressed the master and mistress of the house. 'Mushrooms, eh? the sculptor ended by repeating. 'No, thanks. And he added: 'The funny part of it all is, that Naudet is suing Fagerolles.
At length, however, by dint of rising on tiptoe, he perceived the marvel, and recognised the subject, by what had been told him. It was Fagerolles' picture.
I'll make the tea myself. Sandoz had risen. He went off at the heels of the charwoman, and only returned a quarter of an hour afterwards. He had no doubt been to kiss his mother, whom he tucked up every night before she dozed off. Meanwhile the voices had risen to a high pitch again. Fagerolles was telling a story. 'Yes, old fellow; at the School they even correct Nature herself.
To me it's first of all a landscape, dwindling away in the distance; a bit of melancholy road, with the shadow of a tree that one cannot see; and then a woman passes along, scarcely a silhouette; on she goes and you never meet her again, no, never more again. Just at that moment, however, Fagerolles exclaimed, 'I say, Gagniere, what are you going to send to the Salon this year?
The whole fraternity of reporters had been campaigning, stripping Fagerolles to the skin, telling their readers all about his father, the artistic zinc manufacturer, his education, the house in which he resided, how he lived, even revealing the colour of his socks, and mentioning a habit he had of pinching his nose.
For the last few moments Gagniere had been absorbed in contemplating his glass, the wine in which cast a ruddy reflection on the white tablecloth. He started: 'Eh, what, Vernier's article? 'Why, yes; in fact, all those articles which appear about Fagerolles. Gagniere in amazement turned to the painter. 'What, are they writing articles about you? I know nothing about them, I haven't seen them.
Ah! they are writing articles about you, but whatever for? There was a mad roar of laughter. Fagerolles alone grinned with an ill grace, for he fancied himself the butt of some spiteful joke. But Gagniere spoke in absolute good faith. He felt surprised at the success of a painter who did not even observe the laws regulating the value of tints. Success for that trickster! Never!
She ran after them, and took his arm once more in order to follow Claude, who was already passing into another gallery with Fagerolles and Sandoz. Then the five roamed about in Indian file, with their noses in the air, now separated by a sudden crush, now reunited by another, and ever carried along by the stream.
A score of times already would Fagerolles have forsaken Claude, had it not been for his obstinate desire to try his power over his colleagues by asking for the admittance of a work by Lantier, which was a reputed impossibility. However, people should see if he wasn't yet strong enough to force the committee into compliance with his wishes.
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