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Updated: June 14, 2025
"No, he is drunk," replied Beaumarchais. "But, gentlemen, my dream has a meaning," cried the surgeon. "Oh! oh!" exclaimed Bodard, waking up; "my leg is asleep!" "Your animalcules must be dead," said his wife. "That man has a vocation," announced my little neighbor, who had stared imperturbably at the surgeon while he was speaking.
It was half-past twelve before the card-tables were removed, and we sat down to supper. We were a party of ten Bodard and his wife, the Controller-General, Beaumarchais, the two strangers, two handsome women whose names I will not mention, and a collector of taxes, I think a M. Lavoisier. Of thirty who had been in the drawing-room when I entered, these were all who remained.
When the strange little man had ceased speaking the ladies too were silent; Monsieur Bodard was sound asleep; the surgeon, half drunk; Monsieur de Calonne was smiling at the lady next him. Lavoisier, Beaumarchais, and I alone had listened to the lawyer's dream. The silence at this moment had something solemn about it. The gleam of the candles seemed to me magical.
To end in a few words the history of Bodard, he became a poor man, having failed for fourteen millions after the bankruptcy of the Prince de Guemenee. The stupidity he showed in not anticipating that "serenissime disaster," to use the expression of Lebrun Pindare, was the reason why no notice was taken of his misfortunes. He died, like Bourvalais, Bouret, and so many others, in a garret.
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