But so did Camille, and Laurent was in despair at being unable to get rid of him.

Nevertheless, the time came when he found himself obliged to mention that the portrait would be finished on the morrow, and Madame Raquin thereupon announced that they would celebrate the completion of the work of the artist by dining together.
The next day, when Laurent had given the canvas the last touch, all the family assembled to go into raptures over the striking resemblance.

The portrait was vile, a dirty grey colour with large violescent patches.
Laurent could not use even the brightest colours, without making them dull and muddy.

In spite of himself he had exaggerated the wan complexion of his model, and the countenance of Camille resembled the greenish visage of a person who had met death by drowning.

The grimacing drawing threw the features into convulsions, thus rendering the sinister resemblance all the more striking.