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Pray put on your hat again, Nathan; you have written a great book, and the critic has only written a review of it." These thoughts set the blood tingling in his veins. Scarce a minute passed but some young author, poverty-stricken and shy, came in, asked to speak with Dauriat, looked round the crowded shop despairingly, and went out saying, "I will come back again."
"My friends, upon my word and honor, I cannot write two words in praise of that book " "You will have another hundred francs," interrupted Merlin. "Nathan will have brought you in ten louis d'or, to say nothing of an article that you might put in Finot's paper; you would get a hundred francs for writing that, and another hundred francs from Dauriat total, twenty louis." "But what am I to say?"
"You know nobody; you have access to no newspaper, so your Marguerites will remain demurely folded as you hold them now. They will never open out to the sun of publicity in fair fields with broad margins enameled with the florets which Dauriat the illustrious, the king of the Wooden Galleries, scatters with a lavish hand for poets known to fame.
"The Marguerites are yours, but I cannot pledge my pen; it is at the service of my friends, as theirs are mine." "But you are one of my authors now. All my authors are my friends. So you won't spoil my business without warning me beforehand, so that I am prepared, will you?" "I agree to that." "To your fame!" and Dauriat raised his glass. "I see that you have read the Marguerites," said Lucien.
"Not yet," said Lucien, "though this is the first long piece of prose which I have published; but Hector will have sent a copy to my address in the Rue Charlot." "Here read!" . . . cried Dauriat, copying Talma's gesture in Manlius. Lucien took the paper but Coralie snatched it from him. "The first-fruits of your pen belong to me, as you well know," she laughed.
When Lucien asserted that Dauriat was bound to publish the Marguerites by the very nature of the contract, and the relative positions of the parties to the agreement, Dauriat flatly contradicted him, said that no publisher could be compelled by law to publish at a loss, and that he himself was the best judge of the expediency of producing the book.
Because the book that was cleverly attacked will be ably defended." Merlin took up the proof of to-morrow's paper. "How can such an article fail to sell an edition?" he asked. "Read the article," said Dauriat. "I am a publisher wherever I am, even at supper." Merlin read Lucien's triumphant refutation aloud, and the whole party applauded.
Yes, sir, in six months' time I shall have paid you more money for the articles that I shall ask you to write than for your poetry that will not sell." "And fame?" said Lucien. Dauriat and Lousteau laughed. "Oh dear!" said Lousteau, "there be illusions left." "Fame means ten years of sticking to work, and a hundred thousand francs lost or made in the publishing trade.
At the head of the "Facetiae" in the morning's paper, Lousteau inserted the following note: "M. Dauriat is bringing out a second edition of M. Nathan's book. Evidently he does not know the legal maxim, Non bis in idem. All honor to rash courage." Lousteau's words had been like a torch for burning; Lucien's hot desire to be revenged on Dauriat took the place of conscience and inspiration.
"There! that is Finot who edits my paper," he said; "he is talking with Felicien Vernou, who has abilities, but the little wretch is as dangerous as a hidden disease." "Well, old boy, there is a first night for you," said Finot, coming up with Vernou. "I have disposed of the box." "Sold it to Braulard?" "Well, and if I did, what then? You will get a seat. What do you want with Dauriat?
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