We added up every page until the eighth
of November, when the sum total reached eight dollars and twelve
cents; here the additions ceased. We doubtless were averse to
trembling at the sight of the total. The tenth of November, you
purchased a thimble: some men have skill enough to mend their
clothes at their leisure moments. A few days ago I paid a visit to
a charming literary man, who writes 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.
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