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Updated: July 13, 2025
'It's wonderful, he muttered. 'What's wonderful? asked Fagerolles. 'This little masterpiece and withal honest and naif, and full of conviction.
They all now listened to Fagerolles, who posed as being wearied by his budding success. He still had the same good-looking, disturbing hussy-like face, but the fashion in which he wore his hair and the cut of his beard lent him an appearance of gravity.
He never knew anything about chiaroscuro. Jory was about to defend the talent of Fagerolles, whom he considered to be his own creation, when Henriette solicited a little attention for the raviolis. There was a short slackening of the quarrel amid the crystalline clinking of the glasses and the light clatter of the forks.
Fagerolles made a careless gesture, but he smiled with secret contempt for all those poor beggars who were so utterly deficient in shrewdness that they clung, like simpletons, to their crude style, when it was so easy to conquer the crowd. Had it not sufficed for him to break with them, after pillaging them, to make his own fortune?
Claude hesitated for a moment; then, like the good-natured fellow he was, said: 'Yes; there are some very good bits in it. Fagerolles already repented having asked that stupid question, and he ended by altogether floundering; he tried to excuse himself for his plagiarisms and his compromises.
Just then Jory, in view of lending importance to himself, called Fagerolles' attention to a recently published article; he pretended that he had made Fagerolles just as he pretended that he had made Claude. 'I say, have you read that article of Vernier's about yourself? There's another fellow who repeats my ideas! 'Ah, he does get articles, and no mistake! sighed Mahoudeau.
On the very next morning a note from Fagerolles apprised Claude, in a couple of lines, that he had succeeded in getting 'The Dead Child' admitted, but that it had not been managed without trouble.
Gagniere did not hear, but continued talking, enraptured, as it were. 'In Schumann one finds everything the infinite. And Wagner, too, whom they hissed again last Sunday! But a fresh call from Fagerolles made him start. 'Eh! what? What am I going to send to the Salon? A small landscape, perhaps; a little bit of the Seine.
Well, Naudet, who had compelled Fagerolles to build a house, and who furnished it for him as he would have furnished a place for a hussy, wanted to get hold of his nick-nacks and hangings again. But Fagerolles had borrowed money on them, so it seems.
All the same, he ended by coming in, and it was then noticed that he was stylishly attired, all in black, trousers and frock-coat alike, and cravated and booted in the stiff ceremonious fashion of some respectable member of the middle classes going out to dinner. 'Hallo! he has missed his invitation, chaffed Fagerolles.
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