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Updated: June 5, 2025
"What has an actress to do with the wife of a government official?" Dutocq. "They both play comedy." Dutocq. "I mean nothing." Fleury. "Do you all want to know which of us will really be made head of this bureau?" All. "Yes, tell us." Fleury. "Colleville." Thuillier. "Why?" Fleury. "Because Madame Colleville has taken the shortest way to it through the sacristy." Thuillier.
Whether he had really excited himself in pleading, or whether he was pretending to be exhausted to prove that his gown was not a dignity for show, as it was with many of his legal brethren, but an armor buckled on for the fight, it is certain that, handkerchief in hand, he was mopping his forehead as he walked, when, in the distance, he spied Thuillier, who had evidently just caught sight of him, and was beginning on his side to manoeuvre.
This is, certainly, the right moment to depict the singular personage who was destined to play a signal part in the Thuillier household, and who fully deserves the appellation of a great artist.
Well, then, remember that I have saved you twice that amount." "Where are we going?" asked Thuillier, returning. "To Maitre Godeschal! We must employ him as our attorney." "But we refused him for Celeste." "Well, that's one reason for going to him," replied Theodose. "I have taken his measure; he's a man of honor, and he'll think it a fine thing to do you a service."
When Desroches had assured him that la Peyrade was really a barrister in good standing, Sauvaignou signed the relinquishment, which contained a receipt for the amount, principal and interest, of his claim, made in duplicate between himself and Thuillier, and witnessed by the two attorneys; so that the paper was a final settlement of the whole matter.
"But madame has so long accustomed us to that sort of thing," said the handsome Thuillier. Madame Colleville was examining la Peyrade and comparing him with young Phellion, who was just then talking to Celeste, neither of them paying any heed to what was going on around them.
Against every paper which makes its debut with some distinction, there's always a two weeks', sometimes a two months' conspiracy of silence." "Conspiracy of silence!" echoed Thuillier, with admiration. He did not know what it meant, but the words had a grandeur and a something that appealed to his imagination.
That is how Thuillier became sub-director. Mademoiselle Thuillier, knowing that her brother abhorred reading, and could substitute no business for the bustle of a public office, had wisely resolved to plunge him into the cares of property, into the culture of a garden, in short, into all the infinitely petty concerns and neighborhood intrigues which make up the life of the bourgeoisie.
But before writing down the stipulations, we are in the habit of obtaining from the lips of each donor a direct expression of his or her intentions. In accordance with this rule, Monsieur Thuillier told us that he gives to the bride the reversion, at his death, of the house he inhabits, which I presume to be this one?" "Yes," said Brigitte, "that is the understanding.
"Sister," said Madame Thuillier, with dignity, "I took the sacrament this morning, and there are some things I cannot listen to." "There's a canting hypocrite for you!" cried Brigitte; "playing the saint, and bringing trouble into families! And you think to succeed, do you? Wait till Thuillier comes home, and he'll shake this out of you."
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