“She is a good girl, but not easy to deal with. If she knew that I was holding a reception, she would tear out my eyes.”
M. Saval had not even moved; he did not understand.
The artist came over to him.
“Since I have invited you, you will assist me about something.”
The notary said emphatically:
“Make any use of me you please. I am at your disposal.”
Romantin took off his jacket.
“Well, citizen, to work!' We are first going to clean up.”
He went to the back of the easel, on which there was a canvas representing a cat, and seized a very worn-out broom.
“I say! Just brush up while I look after the lighting.”