barreau

Updated: May 21, 2025

That morning there were no guests to lunch at 32 Place Vendome, so that towards one o'clock might have been seen the majestic form of M. Barreau, gleaming white at the gate, among four or five of his scullions in their cook's caps, and as many stable-boys in Scotch caps an imposing group, which gave to the house the aspect of an hotel where the staff was taking the air between the arrivals of the trains.

Alphonse Daudet - The Nabob