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"Wait till your first book comes out," said Nathan, and a shrewd smile flitted over his face. "I say! I say! here are Ultras and Liberals actually shaking hands!" cried Vernou, spying the trio. "In the morning I hold the views of my paper," said Nathan, "in the evening I think as I please; all journalists see double at night." Felicien Vernou turned to Lousteau.
Vernou has none of the milk of human kindness in him, it is all turned to gall; and he is emphatically the Journalist, a tiger with two hands that tears everything to pieces, as if his pen had the hydrophobia." "It is a case of gunophobia," said Lucien. "Has he ability?" "He is witty, he is a writer of articles. He incubates articles; he does that all his life and nothing else.
"All those in our set combine to attack an enemy in various papers, and lend each other a helping hand all round." "Let us go in the first place to Felicien Vernou," said Lucien. He was eager to conclude an alliance with such formidable birds of prey. Lousteau sent for a cab, and the pair of friends drove to Vernou's house on the second floor up an alley in the Rue Mandar.
"Well, he is happy," said his mother; "he is easy in mind; he has a place." Through the influence of a feuilleton, edited by Vernou, a friend of Bixiou, Finot, and Giroudeau, Mariette made her appearance, not at the Panorama-Dramatique but at the Porte-Saint-Martin, where she triumphed beside the famous Begrand.
"Look here! don't write your articles on Nathan until we have come to an understanding; you shall hear why," said Etienne Lousteau. "We ought to do something for our new comrade. Lucien here has two books to bring out a volume of sonnets and a novel. "It would be a droll thing if the sonnets were no good after all," said Vernou. "What do you yourself think of your sonnets, Lucien?"
"Yes and no," replied Etienne Lousteau. "It is a supper, old chap." There will be play afterwards." "But we are engaged to Mme. Mahoudeau this evening, dear," put in the wife. "What does that matter?" returned Vernou. "She will take offence if we don't go; and you are very glad of her when you have a bill to discount."
Their friendship, real or imaginary, brought down upon them both a series of articles written by pens dipped in gall. Felicien Vernou was furious with jealousy of Lucien's social success; and believed, like all his old associates, in the poet's approaching elevation. Lucien said jestingly to des Lupeaulx that he himself, surely, had given up the Asses' Bridge.
The man who yearned to be proud of his work wastes himself in rubbishy articles which his conscience regards, sooner or later, as so many evil actions. He started, like Lousteau or Vernou, to be a great writer; he finds himself a feeble scrivener.
There was a fireplace in the dressing-closet, a carpet on the floor, and cupboards all round the room. A dresser was putting the finishing touches to a Spanish costume; for Florine was to take the part of a countess in an imbroglio. "That girl will be the handsomest actress in Paris in five years' time," said Nathan, turning to Felicien Vernou.
Now, let us divide Alexander's empire. Frederic, will you take the Francais and the Odeon?" "If these gentlemen are willing," returned the person addressed as Frederic. The others nodded assent, but Lucien saw a gleam of jealousy here and there. "I am keeping the Opera, the Italiens, and the Opera-Comique," put in Vernou. "And how about me?
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