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He ha a momentary epiphany when he thinks about how hard it must be to be poor then gets in his hired carriage that waits for him all day and later drinks an entire bottle of champagne.

Balint had walked home in the fresh snow in dancing shoes when he kissed Adrienne’s palm, Laszlo walks home in thin, splitting evening shows, a broken husk with no hope for love. I love how he contrasts these images.