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Updated: June 21, 2025
The following lines, ending an article, struck Gazonal as if the mysterious voice which speaks to gamblers before they win had sounded in his ear: "Our celebrated landscape painter, Leon de Lora, lately returned from Italy, will exhibit several pictures at the Salon; thus the exhibition promises, as we see, to be most brilliant."
That fact puzzles me very much," said Gazonal. "In the first place, our shops are much finer when lighted up than they are in the daytime; next, where we sell ten hats in the daytime we sell fifty at night." "Everything is queer in Paris," said Leon. "Thanks to my efforts and my successes," said Vital, returning to the course of his self-laudation, "we are coming to hats with round headpieces.
Madame Fontaine looked attentively at the lines of the hand that was shown to her. It was all done seriously, with no pretence of sorcery; on the contrary, with the simplicity a notary might have shown when asking the intentions of a client about a deed. Presently she shuffled the cards, and asked Gazonal to cut them, and then to make three packs of them himself.
"There are seventy-one tenants in this house," said Bixiou, "and the average of what they owe Ravenouillet is six thousand francs a month, eighteen thousand quarterly for money advanced, postage, etc., not counting the rents due. He is Providence at thirty per cent, which we all pay him, though he never asks for anything." "Oh, Paris! Paris!" cried Gazonal.
Vidoeq said to his man, 'You are served'; that's funnier, for it means the guillotine." A nudge from Bixiou made Gazonal all eyes and ears. "Does monsieur grease my paws?" asked Fromenteau of Gaillard, in a threatening but cool tone. "And the rapscallions?" said the man. "What rapscallions?" asked Gaillard. "Those I employ," replied Fromenteau calmly. "Is there a lower depth still?" asked Bixiou.
You think they only pull the gate-cord; whereas they really pull poor devils like me and artists whom they take under their protection out of difficulties. Mine will get the Montyon prize one of these days." Gazonal opened his eyes to their utmost roundness.
"An artist-pedicure," replied Bixiou, "author of a 'Treatise on Corporistics, who cuts your corns by subscription, and who, if the Republications triumph for six months, will assuredly become immortal." "Drives his carriage!" ejaculated Gazonal. "But, my good Gazonal, it is only millionaires who have time to go afoot in Paris."
Receiving that cold and dignified response, Gazonal, in despair, thought it necessary to set about seducing the charming Jenny, with whom he was by this time in love. Leon de Lora and Bixiou left their victim in the hands of that most roguish and frolicsome member of the anomalous society, for Jenny Cadine is the sole rival in that respect of the famous Dejazet.
Then he bowed very politely and went away. "Can this be possible in 1845?" cried Gazonal. "If there were time we could show you," said his cousin, "all the personages of 1793, and you could talk with them. You have just seen Marat; well! we know Fouquier-Tinville, Collot d'Herbois, Robespierre, Chabot, Fouche, Barras; there is even a magnificent Madame Roland."
Having presented Gazonal to this great power, Leon and Bixiou, in order to leave them alone together, made the excuse of looking at a piece of furniture in another room; but before leaving, Bixiou had whispered in the actress's ear: "He is Leon's cousin, a manufacturer, enormously rich; he wants to win a suit before the Council of State against his prefect, and he thinks it wise to fascinate you in order to get Massol on his side."
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