He is an ingrate.
And she, Monsieur le Membre du Parlement Anglais, has overwhelmed him with benefits.

Do you know what she did?
She gave him the carcass of her beloved Sultan to dispose of.

And he sold it, Monsieur, and he got drunk on the money." The mingled emotions of sorrow at the demise of Sultan, the royal generosity of Madame Brandt, and the turpitude of his friend Saupiquet, brought tears to the little man's eyes.

Monsieur Saupiquet shrugged his shoulders unconcernedly.
"A poor man has to get drunk when he can.

It is only the rich who can get drunk when they like." I looked at my watch and rose in a hurry.
"I'm afraid I must take an unceremonious leave of you, Monsieur le Professeur." "You must wait for the receipt," cried the dwarf.
"Will you do me the honour of holding it for me until we meet again?
Hi!" The interpellation was addressed to a cabman a few yards away.
"Your conversation has made me neglect the flight of time.