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Claude had recognised Irma; and amid the silence which fell Fagerolles quietly explained matters: 'It's convenient, you see, one can correspond. We have a complete system of telegraphy. She wants to speak to me, so I must go Since he and Irma had resided in the avenue, they met, it was said, on their old footing.
Fagerolles was, so to say, everybody's spoilt child. Night came on at about six o'clock that rainy March day. The assistants brought lamps; and some mistrustful artists, who, gloomy and silent, were watching the counting askance, drew nearer. Others began to play jokes, imitated the cries of animals, or attempted a tyrolienne.
He felt inclined to slap their faces, but he hurried across the road, for Fagerolles' house happened to be opposite. It was a dark old tenement, standing forward from the others, and was bespattered like them with the mud from the gutters.
He had opened the little window, and seated himself on a level with the roof, for he felt oppressed by the heat in the studio. But all at once he interrupted the architect. 'I say, are you coming to dinner on Thursday? All the other fellows will be there Fagerolles, Mahoudeau, Jory, Gagniere.
Without immediately answering, Bongrand went back to his picture. Then, in his thundering voice, resuming in one cry all his hidden suffering, the whole of the nascent struggle within him which he dared not avow, he said: 'He plagues me. He shall never have anything of mine! Let him go and buy of Fagerolles!
But Fagerolles had just appeared, and amid the continuous ebb and flow of the groups there seemed to be no one left but him. With his hand outstretched, he seemed to show himself everywhere at the same time, lavishly exerting himself to play the double part of a young 'master' and an influential member of the hanging committee.
Moire-like shadows darted along the walls, all the paintings became dim, the spectators themselves were blended in obscurity until the cloud was carried away, whereupon the painter saw the heads again emerge from the twilight, ever agape with idiotic rapture. But there was another cup of bitterness in reserve for Claude. On the left-hand panel, facing Fagerolles', he perceived Bongrand's picture.
One tall thin fellow was especially tenacious, going from gallery to gallery in pursuit of Fagerolles, who vainly explained that he was innocent in the matter and could do nothing. Numerical order was followed, the pictures for each wall were deposited on the floor below and then hung up without anybody being favoured.
Then Fagerolles and Gagniere are sure to be there. Let's go to Baudequin's. And thereupon they went up the Rue d'Amsterdam. They had just crossed Paris, one of their favourite rambles, but they took other routes at times from one end of the quays to the other; or from the Porte St. Jacques to the Moulineaux, or else to Pere-la-Chaise, followed by a roundabout return along the outer boulevards.
'Ah! he did not come back; I beg pardon for having disturbed you, then. Good-day, monsieur. 'Good-day. Once more outside, Claude began to swear to himself. His ill-luck was complete, Fagerolles escaped him also.
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