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Updated: May 26, 2025
'And to think that this fellow has done everything he could to warp his talent. If his figure were better placed, it would meet with great success. 'Yes, great success, repeated Claude. 'It is very pretty. Precisely at that moment they perceived Mahoudeau, already in the vestibule, and going towards the staircase.
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.
A wash-house kind of dampness, a stale smell of moist clay, rose from the floor. And the wretchedness of this sculptor's studio and the dirt attendant upon the profession were made still more conspicuous by the wan light that filtered through the shop windows besmeared with whitening. 'What! is it you? shouted Mahoudeau, who sat before his female figure, smoking a pipe.
'No, indeed, declared Chaine, who had grown purple with vanity under his black bushy beard. He and Mahoudeau joined the band, and the latter asked the others whether they had seen Chambouvard's 'Sower. It was marvellous; the only piece of statuary worth looking at in the Salon. Thereupon they all followed him into the garden, which the crowd was now invading.
'Then you say that Fagerolles will be entrusted with the paintings for the Municipal Council's assembly room? And this remark sufficed; Mahoudeau and Gagniere, set on the track, at once started off again. Ah! a nice wishy-washy smearing it would be if that assembly room were allotted to him; and he was doing plenty of dirty things to get it.
Then Mahoudeau vented his rage against that brute of a Chaine! Hadn't he, one night on coming home unexpectedly, found him treating Mathilde, the herbalist woman, to a pot of jam? No, he would never forgive him for treating himself in that dirty fashion to delicacies on the sly, while he, Mahoudeau, was half starving, and eating dry bread. The deuce! one ought to share and share alike.
And quite modern, dash it all. I know she's nude, so let her be a peasant woman who has undressed. And that must be properly conveyed, mind; people must realise that she lives. Mahoudeau, taken aback, listened, trembling. He was afraid of Claude, and bowed to his ideal of strength and truth. So he even improved upon the painter's idea. 'Yes, yes, that's what I meant to say a vintaging girl.
Gagniere, quite at his ease, as if he had been at home, absolutely indifferent to the yawns of the solitary waiter, who was stretching his arms, glanced towards Claude, but without seeing him, for his eyes were dim. 'By the way, said the latter, 'what were you explaining to Mahoudeau this evening? Yes, about the red of a flag turning yellowish amid the blue of the sky. That was it, eh?
Mahoudeau, waxing furious, replied: 'Of course! It sufficed for us to be with Claude, to be turned away everywhere. 'It was Claude who did for us! so Gagniere squarely asserted.
Pouillaud, the old jester of their dormitory, who had become so grave a lawyer, was now in trouble over some adventure with a woman. Ah! that brute of a Pouillaud! But Claude did not answer, for, having heard his name mentioned in the dining-room, he listened attentively, trying to understand. Jory, Mahoudeau, and Gagniere, unsatiated and eager for another bite, had started on the massacre again.
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