Then he remembered.... What was he to do? He asked:
"Did Monsieur Romantin come back?"
The door-keeper shouted:
"Will you take your dirty carcass out of this so that he at any rate may not catch you here?"
M. Saval said, in a state of confusion:
"I haven't got my clothes; they have been taken away from me."
He had to wait, to explain his situation, give notice to his friends, and borrow some money to buy clothes. He did not leave Paris till evening.
And, when people talk about music to him in his beautiful drawing-room in Vernon, he declares with an air of authority that painting is a very inferior art.