“Monsieur,” said the Professeur, shaking his head. “That was last used for a substance that is quite poisonous.”
“Oh balls,” said Lautrec. He snatched the skull of a small animal, a monkey, it appeared, from the Professeur’s desk and poured a dollop of brandy into it, then slurped off the top.
“Henri!” scolded Lucien.
“May I suggest a demitasse from the kitchen,” said the Professeur. “I prepare my own coffee in the morning.”
“Oh, right,” said Henri, draining the monkey skull and replacing it on the desk, then limping back to the kitchen.
“Why don’t you just drink out of the bottle?” Lucien called after him.
Henri’s head popped back around the corner. “Please, monsieur, what am I, a barbarian?”
When they were all settled again in the parlor, Henri with his brandy, the Professeur with his watch, Lucien with his foreboding, the process began again. This time the Professeur spun the watch slowly on its chain while he recited the litany of relaxation, concentration, and sleep to Lucien.
“Your eyelids will feel heavy, Lucien, and you may close them when you wish. When you do, you will fall into a deep sleep. You will still be able to hear me, and answer me, but you will be asleep.”
Lucien closed his eyes and his head slumped forward onto his chest.
“You are completely safe here,” said the Professeur. “Nothing can harm you.”
“If you feel you need to scratch around looking for worms, we will understand,” said Henri.
The Professeur shushed the painter with a finger to his lips, then whispered, “Please, monsieur, I am not going to make him think he is a chicken.” To Lucien he said, “How are you, Lucien?”
“I am completely safe and nothing can harm me.”
“That’s right. Now I’d like you to go back, travel back, back in time. Imagine you are going down a flight of steps, and with each step you take, you go back another year. You will see your past go by, and remember all the pleasant moments, but keep moving until you first encounter this Colorman.”
“I see him,” said Lucien. “I’m with Juliette. We are drinking wine at the Lapin Agile. I can see him out the window. He is standing across the street with his donkey.”
“And how far back have you traveled?”
“Perhaps three years. Yes, three years. Juliette is radiant.”
“Of course she is,” said the Professeur. “But now you need to continue your journey, down the stairs, until you see the Colorman again. Down, down, back through time.”
“I see him!”
“And how far have you gone?”
“I’m young. Maybe fourteen.”
“Are you secretly aroused by the nuns at school?” asked Henri.
“No, there are no nuns,” said Lucien.
“Perhaps it was just me,” Henri said.
“No, it wasn’t just you,” said the Professeur, with no further explanation. “Go on, Lucien, what do you see?”
“It is early morning, and it is raining. I have been out in the rain, but now I’m under a roof. A very high glass roof.”
“And where is this roof?”
“It is a train station. It’s Gare Saint-Lazare. I have been carrying three easels and a paint box for Monsieur Monet. He is still standing out in the rain, talking to the Colorman. The Colorman can’t get his donkey to come under the awning of the station. Monsieur Monet says he has no money for color. He says he is going to capture the fury of smoke and steam. The Colorman hands him a tube of ultramarine. He says this is the only way, and Monet can pay him later. I can’t hear what the Colorman says next, but Monsieur Monet laughs at him and takes the paint.”
“Is the Colorman working with a girl?” asked Henri. “Do you see a girl?”