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said Tricotrin , `` let me try it on ! '' And he was so gratified by his appearance in it that he barely winced at the thought of the expense . `` I am improving my position , '' he soliloquised ; `` if I have not precisely inherited the mantle of Victor Hugo , I have , at any rate , hired the dress-suit of the Comte de St.-Nom-la-Bretèche-Forêt-de - Marly ! '' Never had a more impressive spectacle been witnessed in Montmartre than Tricotrin 's departure from his latest lodging shortly after six o'clock . Wearing a shirt of Pitou 's , Flamant 's patent-leather boots , and a white tie contributed by Goujaud , the young man sallied forth with the deportment of the Count himself . Only one thing more did he desire , a flower for his buttonhole -- and Lisette remained in her situation until the morrow ! What more natural , finally , than that he should hie him to the florist 's ?