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Updated: June 2, 2025
"An invitation for dinner to-day, for Madame Phellion and Felix and myself, at the Thuilliers'," he said. The magnificent and surprising idea of Thuillier's municipal advancement, put forth by the "advocate of the poor" was not less upsetting in the Thuillier household than it was in the Phellion salon.
While la Peyrade played the part of man of the world with Colleville, and allowed himself various witty sarcasms when explaining to him Thuillier's candidacy, telling him he ought to support it, if only to exhibit his incapacity, Flavie was listening in the salon to the following conversation, which bewildered her for the moment and made her ears ring.
If the marriage were settled to-day, there are the banns to publish; you have sense enough to know that Monsieur le maire can't marry you before the formalities are complied with, and before then Thuillier's case will have been tried." "Yes," said la Peyrade, "and if I lose the case it will be I who have sent him to prison, just as yesterday it was I who brought about the seizure."
The article by which the new editors of every newspaper lay before the public their "profession of faith," as the technical saying is, always produces a laborious and difficult parturition. In this particular case it was necessary, if not openly to declare Thuillier's candidacy, to at least make it felt and foreseen.
"So," said Minard, stupefied by Thuillier's attitude, "the article was not agreed upon between you?" "The wretch has profited by my absence to slip it into the paper; I understand now why he prevented a copy from reaching me to-day." "My dear friend," said Minard, "what you tell me will seem incredible to the public." "I tell you it is treachery; it is an abominable trap.
A few polite phrases that reached Thuillier's ears about the "immense" interest of his publication, failed to blind him to the bitterness of his discomfiture; and without the gaiety of the publisher, who had taken in hand the reins his patron, gloomy as Hippolytus on the road to Mycenae, let fall, nothing could have surpassed the glum and glacial coldness of the meeting.
Then, like a hurricane, she rushed into Madame Thuillier's chamber; the latter was pale and trembling. "What's this you have told monsieur? that you give nothing to Celeste's 'dot'?" "Yes," said the slave, declaring insurrection, although in a shaking voice; "my intention is to do nothing." "Your intention," said Brigitte, scarlet with anger, "is something new."
Impossible, therefore, to procure the number which the unfortunate proprietor had come so far to fetch. To describe Thuillier's indignation would be impossible. He marched up and down the room, talking aloud to himself, as people do in moments of excitement. "I'll turn them all out!" he cried. And we are forced to omit the rest of the furious objurgation.
In its character as a specialist journal as you called it just now it is a sheet I have seldom met with; in fact, it would be entirely unknown to me were it not for the remarkable article you were so good as to devote to Thuillier's defence at the time his pamphlet was seized."
Brigitte and Thuillier said to him one day: "Nothing can deprive you of our esteem; you are here in this house as if in your own home; the opinion of Minard and Phellion, which you seem to fear, has no more value for us than a stanza of Victor Hugo. Therefore, let them talk! Carry your head high!" "But we shall still need them for Thuillier's election to the Chamber," said Theodose.
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