The Chevalier des Adrets is the lover of a woman of the world. He is amiable and fervent, he pretends to be passionate and devoted... one day, an alleged bailiff and an alleged bill of exchange fall like a clap of thunder into the midst of the most tender effusion of feeling... "Oh! My God!! The Baron de Wormspire, a so-called friend, has had the impudence to have me thrown into prison... He's ruined my good fortune, separated me from what I love! Oh! Friends!! What are friends?... There's no such thing as a friend!!!..." The poor woman, poor dupe, casts off her jewels, gives him everything she can, borrows, ruins herself, only to discover too late that her knight is only a knight of industry, a right Robert Macaire.

Portrait of Sultan Abdulhamid I (r. 1774-89)

Study for "What silk with balm from advancing days" (refused etching)

Study for "What silk with balm from advancing days" (refused etching)

3. wednesday around 2:45

Fantasy for a January Day

A Midsummer Night's Dream

Graveyard Warriors, Sad Day