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"What! are you not going to be married, then?" cried Bixiou. "No!" "No? My word, what next? Are you making a fool of yourself, if you please? What! You, who, by the mercy of Heaven, have come across twenty thousand francs a year, and a house, and a wife connected with all the first families of the better middle class a wife, in short, out of the Rue des Lombards "
"Beware," said the virulent Bixiou one night, the man who would at the same moment give a comrade a hundred francs and stab him to the heart with a sarcasm; "if you go to sleep drunk every night, one day you will wake up mad." On the day before, the Friday, the unhappy wretch, although he was accustomed to poverty, felt like a man condemned to death.
You don't know what a service you'll be rendering to powerful personages." Bixiou. "You know them?" Dutocq. "Yes." Bixiou. "Well, then I want to speak with them." Bixiou. "At any rate, let me see that thousand francs." Dutocq. "You shall have them when you bring the drawing." Bixiou. "Forward, march! that lampoon shall go from end to end of the bureaus to-morrow morning.
"Travel educates youth," said Bixiou, grinning, when Madame Bridau and the colonel had disappeared. Joseph, who got up at dawn and went to bed early, did not see the end of the party.
" of the Bedchamber, the King rewarded not only the services rendered by the Provost, who knew how to harmonize the severity of his functions with the customary urbanity of the Bourbons, but the bravery of the Vendean hero, who never bent the knee to the imperial idol. He leaves a son, who inherits his loyalty and his talents." Bixiou. "Don't you think all that is a little too florid?
You've lost a fine opportunity. Good-bye to you, old carrot." Bixiou rose, leaving Vauvinet apparently indifferent, but inwardly annoyed by the sense that he had committed a folly. "One moment, my dear fellow," said the money-lender. "Though I haven't the money, I have credit. If your notes are worth nothing, I can keep them and give you notes in exchange.
"Oh, bravo, Blondet!" cried Bixiou, "thou hast set thy finger on the weak spot. Meddlesome taxation has lost us more victories here in France than the vexatious chances of war. I once spent seven years in the hulks of a government department, chained with bourgeois to my bench.
I don't choose that my swaddling-clothes shall be seen. My son will be more fortunate than I; he will be a great lord. The scamp will wish me dead; I expect it, or he won't be my son." He rang the bell, and ordered the servant to serve breakfast. "The fashionable world wouldn't see you in your mother's bedroom," said Bixiou. "What would it cost you to seem to love that poor woman for a few hours?"
To see some poor little touch of real sorrow, you need an impossible combination of circumstances. And, after all, is there such a thing as grief without a thought of self in it?" "Ugh!" said Blondet. "Nothing is less respected than death; is it that there is nothing less respectable?" "It is so common!" resumed Bixiou. "When the service was over Nucingen and du Tillet went to the graveside.
Many end the weary round by marrying milliners, or old women, sometimes, however, young ones who are charmed with their handsome persons, and with whom they set up a romance illustrated with stupid love letters, which, nevertheless, seem to answer their purpose. Bixiou wanted either Godard's or du Bruel's place as under-head-clerk, but his conduct interfered with his promotion.
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