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JEAN
DE
DAUMIER
-
SMITH
Staff
Instructor
Les
Amis
Des
Vieux
Maltres
P
.
S
.
In
my
last
letter
I
casually
asked
if
the
young
lady
in
the
blue
outfit
in
the
foreground
of
your
religious
picture
was
Mary
Magdalene
,
the
sinner
.
If
you
have
not
as
yet
replied
to
my
letter
,
please
go
on
refraining
.
It
is
possible
that
I
was
mistaken
and
I
do
not
willfully
invite
any
disillusions
at
this
point
in
my
life
.
I
am
willing
to
stay
in
the
dark
.
Even
today
,
as
late
as
now
,
I
have
a
tendency
to
wince
when
I
remember
that
I
brought
a
dinner
suit
up
to
Les
Amis
with
me
.
But
bring
one
I
did
,
and
after
I
’
d
finished
my
letter
to
Sister
Irma
,
I
put
it
on
.
The
whole
affair
seemed
to
call
out
for
my
getting
drunk
,
and
since
I
had
never
in
my
life
been
drunk
(
for
fear
that
excessive
drinking
would
shake
the
hand
that
painted
the
pictures
that
copped
the
three
first
prizes
,
etc
.
)
,
I
felt
compelled
to
dress
for
the
tragic
occasion
.
While
the
Yoshotos
were
still
in
the
kitchen
,
I
slipped
downstairs
and
telephoned
the
Windsor
Hotel
—
which
Bobby
’
s
friend
,
Mrs
.
X
,
had
recommended
to
me
before
I
’
d
left
New
York
.
I
reserved
a
table
for
one
,
for
eight
o
’
clock
.
Around
seven
-
thirty
,
dressed
and
slicked
up
,
I
stuck
my
head
outside
my
door
to
see
if
either
of
the
Yoshotos
were
on
the
prowl
.
I
didn
’
t
want
them
to
see
me
in
my
dinner
jacket
,
for
some
reason
.
They
weren
’
t
in
sight
,
and
I
hurried
down
to
the
street
and
began
to
look
for
a
cab
.
My
letter
to
Sister
Irma
was
in
the
inside
pocket
of
my
jacket
.
I
intended
to
read
it
over
at
dinner
,
preferably
by
candlelight
.
I
walked
block
after
block
without
so
much
as
seeing
a
cab
at
all
,
let
alone
an
empty
one
.
It
was
rough
going
.
The
Verdun
section
of
Montreal
was
in
no
sense
a
dressy
neighborhood
,
and
I
was
convinced
that
every
passer
-
by
was
giving
me
a
second
,
basically
censorious
look
.
