He must see to repairing the tomb of his ancestors at the Capuchins. A pity corpses could no longer be hung up by the neck
in the crypt and watched slowly mummifying; he'd look magnificent on that wall, tall & big as he was, terrifying girls by the set
smile on his parchment face, by his long, long white nankeen trousers. But no, they'd dress him up in party clothes, perhaps
in this very evening coat he was wearing now