The words "rolls and butter" awakened Falk to consciousness; he did not feel hungry, only a little shaky and faint. But he did not like the subject of conversation and changed it.
"Well, will your picture be ready for to-morrow?" he asked.
"No, unfortunately, it won't."
"What's the matter now?"
"I can't possibly finish it."
"You can't? Why aren't you at home working?"
"The old, old story, my dear fellow! I have no paint! No paint!"
"But there's a remedy for that! Or haven't you any money?"
"If I had I should be all right."
"And I haven't any either! What's to be done?"