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Updated: June 20, 2025
I rely on you to come here, like one of Moliere's old men, to scold your nephew Leandre for his folly, while the Tenth Muse lies hidden in my bedroom; you must work on her feelings; strike hard, be brutal, offensive. I, you understand, shall express my blind devotion, and shall seem to be deaf, so that you may have to shout at me. "Come, if you can, at seven o'clock. "Yours, "E. LOUSTEAU."
I had two good notices put into the Constitutionnel." "Oh! I am not complaining of you," cried the manager. "Good-bye till to-morrow evening, Lousteau," said Finot. "You can give me your answer at the Francais; there is a new piece on there; and as I shall not be able to write the notice, you can take my box. I will give you preference; you have worked yourself to death for me, and I am grateful.
"If you want a success," said Nathan, "instead of screaming, 'He is saved! like a Fury, walk on quite quietly, go to the staircase, and say, 'He is saved, in a chest voice, like Pasta's 'O patria, in Tancreda. There, go along!" and he pushed her towards the stage. "It is too late," said Vernou, "the effect has hung fire." "What did she do? the house is applauding like mad," asked Lousteau.
Bianchon and Monsieur de Clagny went off to register the child at the Mayor's office as the son of Monsieur and Madame de la Baudraye, unknown to Etienne, who, on his part, rushed off to a printer's to have this circular set up: "Madame la Baronne de la Baudraye is happily delivered of a son. "Monsieur Etienne Lousteau has the pleasure of informing you of the fact.
"And the catastrophe?" queried Lousteau, returning just at the end of Mme. de la Baudraye's story. "I do not believe in catastrophes. One has to invent such good ones to show that art is quite a match for chance; and nobody reads a book twice, my friend, except for the details." "But there is a catastrophe," persisted Nathan. "What is it?"
Upon the steps, between two pillars which support the little sheet-iron veranda to which so many eyes have been upturned in longing or despair, Lousteau stopped and looked into Lucien's flushed, excited face. "Let us just try fifty francs," he said. And up the stairs again they went. An hour later they owned a thousand crowns.
The lawyer confiscated the list and the remainder of the circulars, showed them to Madame Piedefer, begging her on no account to allow Lousteau to carry on this atrocious jest, and jumped into a cab. The devoted friend then ordered from the same printer another announcement in the following words: "Madame la Baronne de la Baudraye is happily delivered of a son.
"Your acquaintance cannot have had much to do with publishers, or he would have hidden his manuscript in the loneliest spot in his dwelling," remarked Vernou, looking at Lucien as he spoke. Just at that moment a good-looking young man came into the shop, gave a hand to Finot and Lousteau, and nodded slightly to Vernou.
A table covered with a green cloth was drawn up to a blazing fire, and seated in various chairs and lounges Lucien discovered Lousteau, Felicien Vernou, Hector Merlin, and two others unknown to him, all laughing or smoking.
"Devil take those friends who think they have a right to preach to you," said Lousteau, opening the door of the bedroom, where he found Madame de la Baudraye sunk in an armchair and dabbing her eyes with an embroidered handkerchief. "Oh, why did I come here?" sobbed she. "Good Heavens, why indeed? Etienne, I am not so provincial as you think me. You are making a fool of me."
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