So, at last, the temptation became too strong, and Macquart installed himself before the washstand.
He washed his hands and face, dressed his hair, perfumed himself, in fact went through a complete toilet.

He made use in turn of all the bottles, all the various soaps and powders; but his greatest pleasure was to dry his hands with the mayor's towels, which were so soft and thick.

He buried his wet face in them, and inhaled, with delight, all the odour of wealth.

Then, having pomaded himself, and smelling sweetly from head to foot, he once more stretched himself on the sofa, feeling quite youthful again, and disposed to the most conciliatory thoughts.

He felt yet greater contempt for the Republic since he had dipped his nose into Monsieur Garconnet's phials.