And he began to roll before him a heap of grayish sweepings, as if he had done nothing else all his life. Then, he gave back the broom to the notary, who imitated him.
In five minutes, such a cloud of dust filled the studio that Romantin asked:
"Where are you? I can't see you any longer."
M. Saval, who was coughing, came near to him. The painter said to him:
"How are you going to manage to get up a chandelier?"
The other, stunned, asked:
"What chandelier?"
"Why, a chandelier to light—a chandelier with wax candles."
The notary did not understand.
He answered: "I don't know."