We find an elegant gentleman and escort, a prostitute or his mistress, seated at a table of a fashionable Paris restaurant. The meal is done, and as he studies the bill, he softly says to her, "Jeanne, take my wallet, without anyone spotting you, out of the left hand pocket of my overcoat." "And then?" she replies slyly, with a knowing smile. "Then give it to me as if it were yours." The inference is that he is protecting her reputation or more likely his own, from the watchful eye of the doorman of the establishment. An example of the snobbish hypocrisy that ran rampant in Paris at the time, which only Lautrec could capture with such rare insight and beauty.