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"We might try Barbet," suggested Etienne, and they turned down to the Quai des Augustins. "Coralie is astonished to the highest degree over Florine's loss. Florine only told her about it yesterday; she seemed to lay the blame of it on you, and was so vexed, that she was ready to throw you over." "That's true," said Lousteau.
"They say," replied Madame de Clagny behind her fan, "that Dinah sent for him, not so much with a view to the elections as to ascertain why she has no children." In the first excitement of this success, Lousteau introduced the great doctor as the only possible candidate at the ensuing elections.
When Lucien went to the greenroom of the Vaudeville, he met with no welcome; the men of his own party held out a hand to shake, the others cut him; and all the while Hector Merlin and Theodore Gaillard fraternized unblushingly with Finot, Lousteau, and Vernou, and the rest of the journalists who were known for "good fellows."
By the light of the lantern the man had set on the bed, Bega recognized the arm, and his speechless amazement was answer enough. "Without waiting for further information, the lady's husband stabbed him to the heart." "You must tell that to the marines!" said Lousteau. "It needs their robust faith to swallow it! Can you tell me which told the tale, the dead man or the Spaniard?"
"I never thought of that," said Lousteau simply; and he added to himself, "Time enough to part when little La Baudraye is safe back again." From that day forth Etienne lived in luxury; and Dinah, on first nights, could hold her own with the best dressed women in Paris.
Paquita of Sancerre scented the storms, the atmosphere of Paris. She spent one of the most delightful days of her life with Lousteau and Bianchon, who told her strange tales about the great men of the day, the anecdotes which will some day form the Ana of our century; sayings and doings that were the common talk of Paris, but quite new to her.
"What has happened?" he asked. "If you go up to Mademoiselle Mirah's rooms, Monsieur le Baron, you will find Mademoiselle Heloise Brisetout there and Monsieur Bixiou, Monsieur Leon de Lora, Monsieur Lousteau, Monsieur de Vernisset, Monsieur Stidmann; and ladies smelling of patchouli holding a housewarming." "Then, where where is ?" "Mademoiselle Mirah? I don't know that I ought to tell you."
Lucien was amazed at the power wielded by the press. "This gentleman is with me," said Etienne Lousteau, and the box-office clerks bowed before him as one man. "You will find it no easy matter to get seats," said the head-clerk. "There is nothing left now but the stage box."
"No," she said, "I think there is too much display in charity done to the sound of a trumpet." "You are very indiscreet," said Monsieur Gravier. "Can there be any indiscretion," said Lousteau, "in inquiring who the happy mortal may be in whose room that basket is to stand?" "There is no happy mortal in the case," said Dinah; "it is for Monsieur de la Baudraye."
Pray, go into the corner, monsieur," he continued. "If Coralie is smitten with you, I will go and tell her that you have left the house." "No! no!" cried Lousteau; "tell Coralie that this gentleman is coming to supper, and that she can do as she likes with him, and she will play like Mlle. Mars." The manager went, and Lucien turned to Etienne.
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