From the middle of Chapter 9:
Well, at the time, he was in the thick of the impecunious artistic set that you used to find sitting around in front of the Dome in the evenings, drinking fines and arguing about everything. He fell into the hands of a celebrated premiere danseuse, who was well on the nostalgic side of thirty [!], and he became a pet of the ballet people.
p 104
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