During the two months I spent in his company, and during which he felt himself cradled in the arms of Death, I never once heard him complain or give himself up to those lamentations which render the unappreciated artist so ridiculous.

He died without attitudinizing.

His death brings to my mind, too, one of the most horrible scenes I ever saw in that caravanserai of human sufferings.

His father, informed of the event, came to reclaim the body, and for a long time haggled over giving the thirty-six francs demanded by the hospital authorities.

He also haggled over the funeral service, and so persistently that they ended by knocking off six francs.