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It was the nineteenth of March, 184—. Should Rodolphe reach the age of Methuselah, he will never forget the date; for it was on that day, at three in the afternoon, that our friend issued from a banker’s where he had just received five hundred francs in current and sounding specie.

The first use Rodolphe made of this slice of Peru which had fallen into his pocket was not to pay his debts, inasmuch as he had sworn to himself to practice economy and go to no extra expense. He had a fixed idea on this subject, and declared that before thinking of superfluities, one ought to provide for necessaries. Therefore it was that he paid none of his creditors, and bought a Turkish pipe which he had long coveted.

Armed with this purchase, he directed his steps towards the lodging of his friend Marcel, who had for some time given him shelter. As he entered Marcel’s studio, Rodolphe’s pockets rang like a village-steeple on a grand holiday. On hearing this unusual sound, Marcel supposed it was one of his neighbors, a great speculator, counting his profits on ’Change, and muttered: “There’s that impertinent fellow next door beginning his music again! If this is to go on, I shall give notice to the landlord. It’s impossible to work with such a noise. It tempts one to quit one’s condition of poor artist and turn robber, forty times over.” So, never suspecting that it was his friend Rodolphe changed into a Creesus, Marcel again set to work on