I passed the evening at Laurent's
room. I must have been seized with vertigo,--for I actually lost
ten cents at _ecarte_, ten cents which we had appropriated to the
purchase of roasted chestnuts. Poor Laurent, who was such a
democrat, who used to go 'at the head of the schools' to see
Beranger, is dead and gone now! His poems were too revolutionary
for this world.
"You resolved on the third of November that we would cook our own
victuals as long as the fourteen dollars lasted; so you bought a
soup-pot which cost fifteen cents, some thyme and some laurel:
being a poet, you had such a marked weakness for laurel, you used
to poison all the soup with it. We laid in a supply of potatoes,
and constantly bought tobacco, coffee, and sugar. There was
gnashing of teeth and curses when the expenses of the fourth of
November were written. Why did you let me go out with my pockets
so full of money? And you went to Dagneaux's and spent five cents.
What in the name of Heaven could you have gotten at Dagneaux's for
five cents?[C] Good me! how expensive are the least pleasures!
Upon pretext of going with a free-ticket to see a drama by an
inhabitant of Belleville, I bought two omnibus-tickets, one to go
and the other to return.
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