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Updated: June 14, 2025
She was turning over the leaves of an illustrated paper, while the gentleman accompanying her gravely sipped a glass of Madeira; but every other minute she darted gay glances from over the newspaper towards the band of artists. 'Pretty, isn't she? whispered Jory. 'Who is she staring at? Why, she's looking at me. But Fagerolles suddenly broke in: 'I say, no nonsense.
He is always patting you on the back, as he hopes to get articles out of you, and you affect generosity and calculate the advantage you'll derive if you write up an artist liked by the public. This time Jory stuttered, feeling very much annoyed on account of Claude being there. He did not attempt to defend himself, however, preferring to turn the quarrel into a joke.
Life had disbanded them on the road, and the great dissimilarity of their characters stood revealed; all that remained in them was the bitterness left by the old enthusiastic dream, that erstwhile hope of battle and victory to be won side by side, which now increased their spite. 'The fact is, sneered Jory, 'that Fagerolles did not let himself be pillaged like a simpleton.
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 they became hazy and returned from their journey, whilst he exclaimed: 'Oh! you speak for yourself! I should do wrong to kick the bucket. No matter, your book sent me into a deuced fever. I wanted to paint to-day, but I couldn't. Ah! it's lucky that I can't get jealous of you, else you would make me too unhappy. However, the door had opened, and Mathilde came in, followed by Jory.
Wishing to show herself amiable, and not having heard her husband's apologies, she said to the master of the house: 'Well, were you pleased with the article in this morning's number? Edouard personally revised the proofs with the greatest care! On hearing this, Jory became very much confused and stammered: 'No, no! you are mistaken!
She stopped before a looking-glass, annoyed at seeing herself so flushed. 'It's about that house, isn't it? asked Jory. 'You have found the money, then?
'What! is it you who are hiding her? exclaimed Mahoudeau. 'Well, nobody wants to see her again! The truth was that Jory, throwing to the winds all his habits of prudence and parsimony, was now secretly providing for Mathilde. She had gained an ascendency over him by his vices. They still lingered at table, and night was falling when they escorted Mahoudeau to his own door.
'Oh! how funny it is here. And what funny painting. Come, there's a good fellow, show me everything. I want to see everything. Claude, apprehensively anxious, was afraid that she might push the screen aside. He pictured Christine behind it, and felt distracted already at what she might hear. 'You know what she has come to ask of you? resumed Jory cheerfully. 'What, don't you remember?
'This is an indictment against journalism, said Jory, who had stretched himself on the couch and lighted another cigar. 'There is a great deal to be said for and against it, but devil a bit, a man must keep pace with the times.
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