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.

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