Chapter IIIEverything was fine until I ran out of money. It took about four months. I had put aside around 30,000 francs during my more prosperous days. Enough to get by without any real problems, at first. For a while I had enough money to live on – and besides that, although I wasn’t ordinarily possessed of a bohemian disposition, I didn’t worry about anything during our time there.
I have almost no memories at all of my first months of love with Arabela. I can picture her there, a placid, even-tempered, domesticated Arabela, allowing me the freedom to wander around during the day wherever I wanted, waiting for me at home, clutching my arm timidly as we went out, stretching out on the bed at night like a purring, white cat, when it was freezing outside and the house was too warm and I w
