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Updated: May 13, 2025
Give a personal reason to a virtuous man and he'll paddle in the slimiest puddle; he is hooking that little Pron, and Pron is taking it all in, solely to get your little Celeste for Felix Phellion. Separate them, and in ten minutes they'll get together again, and that young Minard will be growling round them like an angry bulldog."
"Monsieur!" cried Phellion, rising and striking an attitude like that of Lafon in "Le Glorieux," "Do you despise me sufficiently to suppose that my personal interests could ever influence my political conscience? When a matter concerns the public welfare, I am a citizen nothing more, and nothing less."
"In any case, don't say anything about me to him," said the advocate of the poor, who now hastened away to speak to Madame Phellion. "Well, my fair lady," he said, when he reached her, "have you succeeded?" "I waited till four o'clock, and then that worthy and excellent man would not let me finish what I had to say.
Monsieur Pron, professor of rhetoric in a college presided over by priests, belonged to the Phellion class; but, instead of expanding on the surface in phrases and demonstrations, and posing as an example, he was dry and sententious. Monsieur and Madame Pron, the flowers of the Phellion salon, received every Monday. Though a professor, the little man danced.
Posted on the pavement of the other side of the street, Phellion, whose taste for watching the process of building our readers may remember, had been witnessing for the last fifteen minutes the drama of a wall about to fall beneath the united efforts of a squadron of workmen.
"You only lack a pretty daughter-in-law to pass the rest of your days in this 'aurea mediocritas, the wish of the Latin poet, surrounded by family joys. Your antecedents, my dear Monsieur Phellion, ought surely to win you such rewards, for I am told that you are not only a patriot but a good citizen." "Monsieur," said Phellion, embarrassed, "monsieur, I have only done my duty."
A second son was in the government School of Engineering. Phellion had a pension of nine hundred francs, and he possessed a little property of nine thousand and a few odd hundred francs; the fruit of his economy and that of his wife during thirty years of toil and privation.
There were five card-tables and twenty-five players, and eighteen dancers of both sexes. At one o'clock in the morning, all present Madame Thuillier, Mademoiselle Brigitte, Madame Phellion, even Phellion himself were dragged into the vivacities of a country-dance, vulgarly called "La Boulangere," in which Dutocq figured with a veil over his head, after the manner of the Kabyl.
You forget that marriage is a sacrament." "Your priesthood have turned your head," exclaimed the mathematician, impatiently. "Monsieur Phellion," said Celeste, interrupting him hastily, "enough of this!" It was at this point of the quarrel that Theodose considered it judicious to enter the room.
Between ourselves," added the great citizen, lowering his voice, "I think the government has shown itself petty." "So I think," said la Peyrade, "but I am not employed for the defence. I have advised Thuillier to engage some noted lawyer." "It may be good advice," said Phellion; "at any rate, it speaks well for your modesty. Poor man!
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