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Updated: June 14, 2025
You see that fat fellow over there Jory had to hold him back. The journalist for his part would rather have urged on the crowd. He kept on repeating that it was famous, that there was a hundred thousand francs' worth of advertisements in it.
Without a word, Chaine took out the screw and handed it to the sculptor, who filled his pipe. 'Well, I'll see you again soon, said Claude. 'Yes, soon at any rate, next Thursday, at Sandoz's. Outside, Claude gave an exclamation of surprise on jostling a gentleman, who stood in front of the herbalist's peering into the shop. 'What, Jory! What are you doing there?
Bongrand, who came to look at it, caught the painter in his big arms, and stifled him with embraces, his eyes full of tears. Sandoz, in his enthusiasm, gave a dinner; the others, Jory, Mahoudeau and Gagniere, again went about announcing a masterpiece. As for Fagerolles, he remained motionless before the painting for a moment, then burst into congratulations, pronouncing it too beautiful.
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.
'Jory, the King of Blunderers, declared Sandoz, shaking hands with the new comer. 'Why? What? Is Mahoudeau interested in her? I didn't know, resumed Jory, when he had at length grasped the situation. 'Well, well, what does it matter? When everything's said, they are all irresistible. 'As for you, the sculptor rejoined, 'I can see you have tumbled on your lady-love's finger-nails again.
So, after exchanging nerveless and silent handshakes with the others, he went off to sleep at Melun. 'What a failure he is! muttered Mahoudeau. 'Music has killed painting; he'll never do anything! He himself had to leave, and the door had scarcely closed behind his back when Jory declared: 'Have you seen his last paperweight? He'll end by sculpturing sleeve-links.
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.
'Perhaps you'll tell us where the picture is, said Sandoz, impatiently. 'Take us to it. Jory assumed the lead, followed by the band. They had to fight their way into the last gallery. But Claude, who brought up the rear, still heard the laughter that rose on the air, a swelling clamour, the roll of a tide near its full.
'Debts! you are too careful to have any, muttered Sandoz, with a smile. In fact, Jory displayed a hereditary tightness of fist which much amused his friends.
That exclamation summed up all the astonishment that the affair caused him, all the recollections that occurred to him of Mahoudeau's shop. That Jory, why, he could still hear him talking about Mathilde in an abominable manner; and yet he had married her! It was really stupid for a fellow to speak badly of a woman, for he never knew if he might not end by marrying her some day or other!
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