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An artist's opinion ought to be: Faith in his art, in his work; and his only way of success is toil when nature has given him the sacred fire." "Let us get away," said Bixiou. "Leon is beginning to moralize." "But that man was sincere," said Gazonal, still stupefied. "Perfectly sincere," replied Bixiou; "as sincere as the king of barbers just now." "He is mad!" repeated Gazonal.
"Poor lad!" repeated Bixiou, "why slight me, who am always ridiculing myself? You are like a pug-dog barking at a tiger. Ha! if you saw us really ridiculing a man, you'd see that we can drive a sane man mad." This conversation brought Gazonal back to his cousin's house, where the sight of luxury silenced him, and put an end to the discussion.
Marius, affronted, looked at Gazonal in the glass, and stopped short, the scissors in one hand, the comb in the other. "Monsieur, you speak like a child! and yet, from your accent, I judge you are from the South, the birthplace of men of genius." "Yes, I know that hair-dressing requires some taste," replied Gazonal. "Hush, monsieur, hush!
Gazonal gave his hand to the actress, and led her to the citadine which was waiting for her; as he did so he pressed hers with such ardor that Jenny Cadine exclaimed, shaking her fingers: "Take care! I haven't any others." When the three friends got back into their own vehicle, Gazonal endeavoured to seize Bixiou round the waist, crying out: "She bites! You're a fine rascal!"
"Yes; you shall see the usuress of rats, marcheuses and great ladies, a woman who possesses more terrible secrets than there are gowns hanging in her window," said Bixiou. And he showed Gazonal one of those untidy shops which made an ugly stain in the midst of the dazzling show-windows of modern retail commerce.
It is to that I tend!" "What obstacle is there?" asked Gazonal. "Cheapness, monsieur. In the first place, very handsome silk hats can be built for fifteen francs, which kills our business; for in Paris no one ever has fifteen francs in his pocket to spend on a hat.
"Your cousin wears the cross, but I'm the better dressed of the two, and it is I whom people are looking at." "My dear fellow," said Bixiou to Gazonal, pointing to the splendors of the show-window, "Vital has forty thousand francs a year from invested property." "And he stays a hatter!" cried the Southerner, with a bound that almost broke the arm which Bixiou had linked in his.
There, look!" he said, raising his cane and pointing to a couple who were just then coming out from the Passage de l'Opera. "Goodness! who's that?" asked Gazonal.
"As Emile Blondet used to say, you shall be my benefactor," replied Bixiou. "Twenty per cent!" whispered Gazonal to Bixiou, who replied by a punch of his elbow in the provincial's oesophagus. "Bless me!" said Vauvinet opening a drawer in his desk as if to put away the Ravenouillet notes, "here's an old bill of five hundred francs stuck in the drawer! I didn't know I was so rich.
"Of course, of course; I ask no other fee than to be quoted by you, messieurs Monsieur needs a picturesque hat, something in the style of Monsieur Lousteau's," he continued, looking at Gazonal with the eye of a master. "I will consider it." "You give yourself a great deal of trouble," said Gazonal.
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