rites articles full of life and wit
for the newspapers. I opened the door so suddenly, he blushed as
he threw a pair of pantaloons into the corner. He had a thimble on
his finger. Ah! wretched cits, who refuse to give your daughters
in marriage to literary men, you would be full of admiration for
them, could you see them mending their clothes! Smoking-tobacco
absorbed more than one-third of our money; we received too many
friends, and then there was a celebrated artisan-poet who used to
be brought to our rooms, and who used to bawl so many stanzas I
would go to bed.

"Monsieur Credit made his reappearance on the fourteenth of
November. He went to the grocer, to the tobacco-shop, to the
fuel-dealer, and was received tolerably well; he was especially
successful with the grocer's daughter when he appeared in your
likeness. Did Monsieur Credit die on the seventeenth of November?
I ask, because I see on the 'credit' side of our account-book,
'Frock-coat, sixty cents.' These sixty cents came from the
pawnbroker's. How his clerks humiliated us! I could make a long
and terrible history of our dealings with the pawnbroker; I shall
make a short and simple story of it. When money failed us, you
pointed out to me an old cashmere shawl which we used as a
table-cover. I told you, 'They will give us nothing on that.' You
replied, 'Oh, yes, they will, if we add pantaloons and waistcoats
to it.' I added pantaloons and waistcoats to it, and you took the
bundle and started for the den in Place de la Croix Rouge. You
soon came back with the huge package, and you were sad enough as
you said, 'They are disagreeable _yonder_; try in the Rue de
Conde; the clerks, who are accustomed to deal with students, are
not so hard-hearted as they are in the Place de la Croix Rouge.'
I went to the Rue de Conde. The two pair of pantaloons, the famous
shawl, and the waistcoats were closely examined; even their
pockets were searched. 'We cannot lend anything on that,' said the
pawnbroker's clerk, disdainfully pushing the things away from him.
You had the excellent habit of never despairing. You said, 'We
must wait until this evening; at night all clothes are new; and to
take every precaution, I shall go to the pawnbroker's shop in the
Rue du Fouare, where all the poor go; as they are accustomed there
to see noth