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Updated: June 10, 2025
Rastignac, Bixiou, des Lupeaulx, Finot, Blondet, Vignon, the Baron de Nucingen, Beaudenord, Philippe Bridau, Conti, the great musician, all the artists and speculators, all the men who seek for violent sensations as a relief from immense labors, gave Lucien a welcome among them.
"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.
He was on his way to a fete at the Elysee-Bourbon; the wheels splashed his mother and brother as he waved them a patronizing greeting. "He's going it, that fellow!" said Joseph to his mother. "Nevertheless, he might send us something better than mud in our faces." "He has such a fine position, in such high society, that we ought not to blame him for forgetting us," said Madame Bridau.
Adeline imagined that Josepha Mirah whose portrait by Joseph Bridau was the glory of the adjoining boudoir must be a singer of genius, a Malibran, and she expected to see a real star. She was sorry she had come. But she had been prompted by a strong and so natural a feeling, by such purely disinterested devotion, that she collected all her courage for the interview.
On the evening of that sad day Agathe refused to play at cards, and sat on her sofa plunged in such grief that the tears stood in her handsome eyes. "What is the matter, Madame Bridau?" asked old Claparon.
I know you to be a gentleman, and I answered for you to my two friends but look them up to-morrow. "Leon and Bridau do not want your cash; they will ask you to do them each a group and they are right. At least, so thinks the man who wishes he could sign himself your rival, but is only your faithful ally,
The second and third smack of Paris already; but read us one more sonnet," he added, with a gesture that seemed charming to the provincial. Encouraged by the request, Lucien read with more confidence, choosing a sonnet which d'Arthez and Bridau liked best, perhaps on account of its color.
"I never liked that painter's face," said the lieutenant to Monsieur Mouilleron. "My good woman," said the judge to Gritte, when she appeared, "they say you saw Monsieur Joseph Bridau leave the house this morning?" "Yes, monsieur," she answered, trembling like a leaf. "At what hour?" "Just as I was getting up: he walked about his room all night, and was dressed when I came downstairs."
"You are still fond of the Emperor?" asked Finot. "He is my god," answered Philippe Bridau. "You are a Liberal?" "I shall always belong to the Constitutional Opposition. Oh Foy! oh Manuel! oh Laffitte! what men they are! They'll rid us of these others, these wretches, who came back to France at the heels of the enemy."
Madame Bridau believed, contrary to the opinion of old Hochon, that her brother has as yet made no will; she intended asking him what were his intentions respecting Mademoiselle Brazier, as soon as she could take a walk with him alone, a hope which Flore and Maxence were always holding out to her, and, of course, always disappointing.
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