My dear Sir, Caroline charged me to remember you . . .

Thursday, you dined at Vachette's, with a grand Monsieur ... That's a joke! Yes, he's the touching Némorin [Forest?] of which I am the Estelle [deer?], for a quarter of an hour. He has only one eye, that man: it's equal, he displeases me!, p. 123

Dodophe and Titine

Arab avec son equipement

At the Horizon, the Angel of Assurance and in the Somber Sky a Questioning Look

La cité lointaine (Le marécage)

"Me, I love the sculpture gallery, where you can always find a place to sit down!"

"Ah! It's cold... take it back, waiter..."

Mr. Keratr

Robert Macaire, Merchant

A Blacksmith's Shop

"To think that this is what the French call Chinese!"

The dresses of flas-flas, see, Sandrine, it's always the same who busy themsleves dressing and the same who wash them with soap. --because men are fools