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Write a brilliant article, and you will make brilliant progress in Finot's estimation; for Finot has a lively sense of benefits to come, and that sort of gratitude is better than any kind of pledge, pawntickets always excepted, for they invariably represent something solid." "What kind of men can journalists be? Are you to sit down at a table and be witty to order?"
Yes, he shed tears, he did indeed after supper. Well, now to our way of thinking " "I say, you are laughing at us," said Finot. "Not the least in the world. We were talking of Rastignac. From your point of view his affliction would be a sign of his corruption; for by that time he was not nearly so much in love with Delphine. What would you have? he felt the prick in his heart, poor fellow.
"Why not the people out there in the street?" asked Dauriat, scowling at the author of the Marguerites. "To whom have I the honor of speaking?" he added, with an insolent glance. "One moment, Dauriat," said Lousteau. "I have brought this gentleman to you. Listen to me, while Finot is thinking over your proposals."
"We stayed at Saint-Mande for ten days, and my prince got off with paying the forfeit money to the management. The manager will go down on his knees to pray for some more Russian princes," Florville continued, laughing; "the forfeit money was so much clear gain." "And as for you, child," said Finot, turning to a pretty girl in a peasant's costume, "where did you steal these diamond ear-drops?
"If M. Benjamin de Constant means to write a paper on this young poet, it will not be long before I make a bargain with him." At the title of General, and the distinguished name of Benjamin Constant, the bookseller's shop took the proportions of Olympus for the provincial great man. "Lousteau, I want a word with you," said Finot; "but I shall see you again later, at the theatre.
Bury your uncle under the roses before the Saint-Louis, bring away the property, and spend a little of it with Esther and your old friends, who sign this epistle in a body, to remind you of them. Nathan, Florine, Bixiou, Finot, Mariette, Florentine, Giroudeau, Tullia The letter shook in the trembling hands of Madame Rouget, and betrayed the terror of her mind and body.
"When you enlisted in the Sambre-et-Meuse, did they talk about danger?" "Rather." "Very well?" "Very well. Go and see my nephew Finot, a good fellow, as good a fellow as you will find, if you can find him, that is, for he is like a fish, always on the move. In his way of business, there is no writing, you see, it is setting others to write.
"I own nothing but what I have got on my back," said Philippe, opening his horrible blue overcoat; "but I only need three things, which you must tell Giroudeau, the uncle of Finot, to send me, my sabre, my sword, and my pistols." "You need more than that," said the lawyer, shuddering as he looked at his client. "You will receive a quarterly stipend which will clothe you decently."
"Well," resumed Finot, "yet to-day, as we see, he is in a fair way to be a Minister, a peer of France anything that he likes. He broke decently with Delphine three years ago; he will not marry except on good grounds; and he may marry a girl of noble family. The chap had the sense to take up with a wealthy woman." "My friends, give him the benefit of extenuating circumstances," urged Blondet.
To make himself agreeable to his uncle, Finot gave Philippe the place Giroudeau was quitting; cutting off, however, half the salary. Moreover, daily, at five o'clock, Giroudeau audited the accounts and carried away the receipts. Coloquinte, the old veteran, who was the office boy and did errands, also kept an eye on the slippery Philippe; who was, however, behaving properly.
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