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'All right! muttered the painter. 'There he's caught now. What ugly acquaintances the brute has! Where can he have fished up such horrors? Gagniere quietly replied that he knew the strangers by sight.
'Hallo! said Sandoz, surprised, 'here she is with Gagniere now! 'Oh, just a fancy of hers! exclaimed Fagerolles quietly. 'She has a very swell place now. Yes, it was given her by that young idiot of a marquis, whom the papers are always talking about. She's a girl who'll make her way; I've always said so!
His art evidently came very easily to him; it seemed as if he could do anything with a turn of the hand. 'And Gagniere? asked Mahoudeau; 'haven't you seen him? 'No; I have been here for the last hour. Just then Jory, who had remained silent, nudged Sandoz, and directed his attention to a girl seated with a gentleman at a table at the back of the room.
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.
On the opening day he went to Paris and came back the same evening, stern and trembling. There was only a bust by Mahoudeau, said he, good enough, but of no importance. A small landscape by Gagniere, admitted among the ruck, was also of a pretty sunny tone. Then there was nothing else, nothing but Fagerolles' picture an actress in front of her looking-glass painting her face.
Gagniere, intimidated, as ashamed as if he himself had been slapped, muttered: 'Too much of a success I should prefer something different. 'What a fool you are, replied Jory, in a burst of exalted conviction. 'That's what I call success. Does it matter a curse if they laugh? We have made our mark; to-morrow every paper will talk about us.
No, no, that was quite enough; the men tore each other to bits; still that might pass, after all; but what an end to the evening it was, that feminine fraud, cooing and titillating herself with thoughts of Beethoven's and Schumann's music! Fortunately, Gagniere suddenly rose. He knew what o'clock it was even in the depths of his ecstasy, and he had only just time left him to catch his last train.
He shook hands all round, and shouted after them: 'Till Thursday, Claude; till next Thursday, all of you, eh? Mind you all come! 'Till Thursday! repeated Henriette, who had taken the lantern and was holding it aloft so as to light the steps. And, amid the laughter, Gagniere and Mahoudeau replied, jokingly: 'Till Thursday, young master! Good-night, young master!
And, seeing that Gagniere did not as much as look round, he went to awaken the petty retired tradesman, who was still dozing in front of his saucer. 'I am going to shut up, sir. The belated customer rose up, shivering, fumbled in the dark corner where he was seated for his walking-stick, and when the waiter had picked it up for him from under the seats he went away.
Gagniere pretended to admire the plan, nodding his head, but thinking of something else; while Claude and Sandoz examined it with sincere interest. 'Not bad, old boy, said the former. 'The ornamentation is still bastardly traditional; but never mind; it will do. Jory, becoming impatient at last, cut him short. 'Come along, let's go, eh? I'm catching my death of cold here.
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