Comte Horace Sébastiani

"Hah, you're good at Latin verse, young man..that's very good..."

...I Plunged into Solitude. I Dwelt in the Tree behind me.

Watchman

The Representative's Wife

"Is It Permitted to Come Again . . . in a Similar State . . ."

Who is more pitiable in the world than a man united with ... a dockman? It's a woman at the mercy of Pierrot.

At the Marketplace. Not at all Affected.

Mr. Salmon, I know all that . . .

Here we are, it's a road leading deep into the valley . . .

A Young Woman Tracing a Flower

Opening of the Hunting. The Parisian Well Resolved to Destroy This Year All the Hares that Infest the Plain of St. Denis...with the Help of Devismes' New Lightning Bullets

Listen to me well: tomorrow morning he is going to engage you for dinner . . .