He drank more and had become more tearful and nervous; and had grown too impressionable on the artistic side.

His face had acquired a strange facility for changing with extraordinary quickness, from the most solemn expression, for instance, to the most absurd, and even foolish.

He could not endure solitude, and was always craving for amusement.

One had always to repeat to him some gossip, some local anecdote, and every day a new one.

If no one came to see him for a long time he wandered disconsolately about the rooms, walked to the window, puckering up his lips, heaved deep sighs, and almost fell to whimpering at last.