He was very unhappy at being misunderstood.

His aunt allowed him three thousand francs a month on condition that he would not make use of his ten fingers.

Was it moral?
Then he with such exuberant vigor had to waste it on pleasure and seeing life to the utmost.

He passed his time in theatres, at clubs, restaurants, in boudoirs.

He lost his time, his money, his hair, his illusions.