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f going to the opera, his departure from Vernon, his arrival in Paris, and the way in which he had spent the evening. They sat around him to listen to him; they greeted him with words of applause, and called him Scheherazade. Romantin did not return. Other guests arrived. M. Saval was presented to them so that he might begin his story over again. He declined; they forced him to relate it. They seated and tied him on one of three chairs between two women who kept constantly filling his glass. He drank; he laughed; he talked; he sang, too. He tried to waltz with his chair, and fell on the ground. From that moment, he forgot everything. It seemed to him, however, that they undressed him, put him to bed, and that he was nauseated. When he awoke, it was broad daylight, and he lay stretched with his feet against a cupboard, in a strange bed. An old woman with a broom in her hand was glaring angrily at him. At last, she said: "Clear out, you blackguard! Clear out! What right has anyone to get drunk like this?" He sat up in bed, feeling very ill at ease. He asked: "Where am I?" "Where are you, you dirty scamp? You are drunk. Take your rotten carcass out of here as quick as you can--and lose no time about it!" He wanted to get up. He found that he was in no condition to do so. His clothes had disappeared. He blurted out: "Madame, I----Then he remembered. What was he to do? He asked: "Did Monsieur Romantin come back?" The doorkeeper 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. ORIGINAL SHORT STORIES, Vol. 6. GUY DE MAUPASSANT ORIGINAL SHORT STORIES Translated by ALBERT M. C. McMASTER, B.A. A. E. HENDERSON, B.A. MME. QUESADA and Others VOLUME VI. THAT COSTLY RIDE The household lived frugally on the meager income derived from the husband's insignificant appointments. Two children had been born of the marriage, and the ear
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