Brigittedeclaredthatifyoudidn’ttaketimebytheforelocknoonewouldbeready。ShepreventedThuillierfromgoingtohisoffice，insistingthatifheoncegotoffshenevershouldseehimagain；sheplaguedJosephine，thecook，abouthurryingthebreakfast，andinspiteofwhathadhappenedthedaybeforeshescarcelyrestrainedherselffromnaggingatMadameThuillier，whodidnotenter，asshethoughtsheshouldhavedone，intoherfavoritemaxim，"Betterbeearlythanlate。"
　　PresentlydownshewenttotheCollevilles’tomakethesamedisturbance；andtheresheputhervetoonthecostume，fartooelegant，whichFlaviemeditatedwearing，andtoldCelestethehatandgownshewishedhertoappearin。AsforColleville，whocouldnot，hedeclared，stayawayallthemorningfromhisofficialduties，shecompelledhimtoputonhisdress—suitbeforehewentout，madehimsethiswatchbyhers，andwarnedhimthatifhewaslatenoonewouldwaitforhim。
　　TheamusingpartofitwasthatBrigitteherself，afterdrivingeveryoneatthepointofthebayonet，cameverynearbeinglateherself。
　　Underpretextofaidingothers，independentlyofmindingherownbusiness，which，forworlds，shewouldneverhavesparedherself，shehadputherfingersandeyesintosomanythingsthattheyendedbyoverwhelmingher。However，sheascribedthedelayinwhichshewasalmostcaughttothehairdresser，whomshehadsentfortomake，onthisextraordinaryoccasion，whatshecalledher"part。"Thatartisthaving，unadvisedly，dressedherhairinthefashion，hewascompelled，aftershehadlookedatherselfintheglass，todohisworkoveragain，andconformtotheusualstyleofhisclient，whichconsistedchieflyinneverbeing"done"atall，amethodthatgaveherheadageneralairofwhatisvulgarlycalled"acrosscat。"
　　Abouthalf—pastoneo’clocklaPeyrade，Thuillier，Colleville，MadameThuillier，andCelestewereassembledinthesalon。Flaviejoinedthemsoonafter，fasteningherbraceletsasshecamealongtoavoidarebuff，andhavingthesatisfactionofknowingthatshewasreadybeforeBrigitte。Asforthelatter，alreadyfuriousatfindingherselflate，shehadanothercauseforexasperation。Theeventofthedayseemedtorequireacorset，arefinementwhichsheusuallydiscarded。
　　Theunfortunatemaid，whosedutyitwastolaceherandtodiscovertheexactpointtowhichshewaswillingtobedrawnin，aloneknewtheterrorsandstormsofacorsetday。
　　"I’drather，"saidthegirl，"lacetheobelisk；Iknowitwouldlenditselftobeinglacedbetterthanshedoes；and，anyhow，itcouldn’tbebad—tongued。"
　　Whilethepartyinthesalonwereamusingthemselves，undertheirbreaths，atthe"flagrantedelicto"ofunpunctualityinwhichQueenElizabethwascaught，theporterentered，andgavetoThuillierasealedpackage，addressedto"MonsieurThuillier，directorofthe’EchodelaBievre。’INHASTE。"
　　Thuillieropenedtheenvelope，andfoundwithinacopyofaministerialjournalwhichhadhithertoshownitselfdiscourteoustothenewpaperbyrefusingtheEXCHANGEwhichallperiodicalsusuallymakeverywillinglywithoneanother。
　　Puzzledbythefactofthismissivebeingsenttohisownhouseandnottotheofficeofthe"Echo，"Thuillierhastilyopenedthesheet，andread，withwhatemotionthereadermayconceive，thefollowingarticle，commendedtohisnoticebyacircleinredink：——
　　Anobscureorganwasabouttoexpireinitsnativeshadewhenanambitiouspersonofrecentdatebethoughthimselfofgalvanizingit。Hisobjectwastomakeitafootholdbywhichtoclimbfrommunicipalfunctionstothecovetedpositionofdeputy。Happilythisobject，havingcometothesurface，willendinfailure。
　　Electorswillcertainlynotbeinveigledbysowilyamannerofadvancingself—interests；andwhenthepropertimearrives，ifridiculehasnotalreadydonejusticeonthisabsurdcandidacy，weshallourselvesprovetothepretenderthattoaspiretothedistinguishedhonorofrepresentingthenationsomethingmoreisrequiredthanthemoneytobuyapaperandpayanunderlingtoputintogoodFrenchthehorribledictionofhisarticlesandpamphlets。Weconfineourselvesto—daytothislimitednotice，butourreadersmaybesurethatweshallkeeptheminformedaboutthiselectoralcomedy，ifindeedthepartiesconcernedhavethemelancholycouragetogoonwithit。
　　Thuillierreadtwiceoverthissuddendeclarationofwar，whichwasfarfromleavinghimcalmandimpassible；then，takinglaPeyradeaside，hesaidtohim：——
　　"Readthat；itisserious。"
　　"Well？"saidlaPeyrade，afterreadingthearticle。
　　"Well？howwell？"exclaimedThuillier。
　　"Imean，whatdoyoufindsoseriousinthat？"
　　"WhatdoIfindsoserious？"repeatedThuillier。"Idon’tthinkanythingcouldbemoreinsultingtome。"
　　"Youcan’tdoubt，"saidlaPeyrade，"thatthevirtuousCerizetisatthebottomofit；hehasthrownthisfirecrackerbetweenyourlegsbywayofrevenge。"
　　"Cerizet，oranybodyelsewhowrotethatdiatribeisaninsolentfellow，"criedThuillier，gettingangry，"andthemattershallnotrestthere。"
　　"Formypart，"saidlaPeyrade，"Iadviseyoutomakenoreply。Youarenotnamed；though，ofcourse，theattackisaimedatyou。Butyououghttoletouradversarycommithimselffarther；whentherightmomentcomes，we’llraphimovertheknuckles。"
　　"No！"saidThuillier，"Iwon’tstayquietoneminuteundersuchaninsult。"
　　"Thedevil！"saidthebarrister；"whatasensitiveepidermis！Doreflect，mydearfellow，thatyouhavemadeyourselfacandidateandajournalist，andthereforeyoureallymusthardenyourselfbetterthanthat。"
　　"Mygoodfriend，itisaprincipleofminenottoletanybodysteponmytoes。Besides，theysaythemselvestheyaregoingonwiththisthing。Therefore，itisabsolutelynecessarytocutshortsuchimpertinence。"
　　"Butdoconsider，"saidlaPeyrade。"Certainlyinjournalism，asincandidacy，ahottemperhasitsuses；amanmakeshimselfrespected，andstopsattacks——"
　　"Justso，"saidThuillier，"’principiisobsta。’Notto—day，becausewehaven’tthetime，butto—morrowIshallcarrythatpaperintocourt。"
　　"Intocourt！"echoedlaPeyrade；"yousurelywouldn’tgotolawinsuchamatterasthis？Inthefirstplace，thereisnothingtoproceedupon；youarenotnamednorthepapereither，and，besides，itisapitiablebusiness，goingtolaw；you’lllooklikeaboywhohasbeenfighting，andgottheworstofit，andrunstocomplaintohismamma。
　　NowifyouhadsaidthatyoumeanttomakeFleuryinterveneinthematter，Icouldunderstandthat——thoughtheaffairisratherpersonaltoyou，anditmightbedifficulttomakeitseem——"
　　"Ahca！"saidThuillier，"doyousupposeIamgoingtocommitmyselfwithaCerizetoranyothernewspaperbully？Ipiquemyself，mydearfellow，onpossessingciviccourage，whichdoesnotgiveintoprejudices，andwhich，insteadoftakingjusticeintoitsownhands，hasrecoursetothemeansofdefencethatareprovidedbylaw。
　　Besides，withthelegalauthoritytheCourtofCassationnowhasoverduelling，Ihavenodesiretoputmyselfinthewayofbeingexpatriated，orspendingtwoorthreeyearsinprison。"
　　"Well，"saidlaPeyrade，"we’lltalkitoverlater；here’syoursister，andshewouldthinkeverythinglostifthislittlematterreachedherears。"
　　WhenBrigitteappearedCollevilleshouted"Full！"andproceededtosingthechorusof"LaParisienne。"
　　"Heavens！Colleville，howvulgaryouare！"criedthetardyone，hasteningtocastastoneintheother’sgardentoavoidthethrowingofoneintohers。"Well，areyouallready？"sheadded，arranginghermantlebeforeamirror。"Whato’clockisit？itwon’tdotogettherebeforethetime，likeprovincials。"
　　"Tenminutestotwo，"saidColleville；"IgobytheTuileries。"
　　"Well，thenwearejustright，"saidBrigitte；"itwilltakeaboutthattimetogettotherueCaumartin。Josephine，"shecried，goingtothedoorofthesalon，"we’lldineatsix，thereforebesureyouputtheturkeytoroastattherighttime，andmindyoudon’tburnit，asyoudidtheotherday。Blessme！who’sthat？"andwithahastymotionsheshutthedoor，whichshehadbeenholdingopen。"Whatanuisance！
　　IhopeHenriwillhavethesensetotellhimweareout。"
　　Notatall；Henricameintosaythatanoldgentleman，withaverygenteelair，hadaskedtobereceivedonurgentbusiness。
　　"Whydidn’tyousaywewereallout？"
　　"That’swhatIshouldhavedoneifmademoisellehadnotopenedthedoorofthesalonsothatthegentlemancouldseethewholefamilyassembled。"
　　"Oh，yes！"saidBrigitte，"youareneverinthewrong，areyou？"
　　"WhatamItosaytohim？"askedtheman。
　　"Say，"repliedThuillier，"thatIamverysorrynottobeabletoreceivehim，butIamexpectedatanotary’sofficeaboutamarriagecontract；butthatifhecouldreturntwohourshence——"
　　"Ihavetoldhimallthat，"saidHenri，"andheansweredthatthatcontractwaspreciselywhathehadcomeabout，andthathisbusinessconcernedyoumorethanhimself。"
　　"Youhadbettergoandseehim，Thuillier，andgetridofhimindouble—quick，"saidBrigitte；"that’sshorterthantalkingtoHenri，whoisalwaysanorator。"
　　IflaPeyradehadbeenconsultedhemightnothavejoinedinthatadvice，forhehadhadmorethanonespecimenofthespokessomeoccultinfluencewasputtingintothewheelsofhismarriage，andthepresentvisitseemedtohimominous。
　　"Showhimintomystudy，"saidThuillier，followinghissister’sadvice；and，openingthedoorwhichledfromthesalontothestudy，hewenttoreceivehisimportunatevisitor。
　　Brigitteimmediatelyappliedhereyetothekeyhole。
　　"Goodness！"sheexclaimed，"there’smyimbecileofaThuillierofferinghimachair！andawayinacorner，too，whereIcan’thearawordtheysay！"
　　LaPeyradewaswalkingabouttheroomwithaninwardagitationcoveredbyanappearanceofgreatindifference。Heevenwentuptothethreewomen，andmadeafewlover—likespeechestoCeleste，whoreceivedthemwithasmiling，happyairinkeepingwiththeroleshewasplaying。AsforColleville，hewaskillingthetimebycomposingananagramonthesixwordsof"lejournal’l’EchodelaBievre，’"forwhichhehadfoundthefollowingversion，littlereassuring（asfarasitwent）fortheprospectsofthatnewspaper："Od’Echo，jarni！labevuereell"——butasthefinal"e"waslackingtocompletethelastword，theworkwasnotaltogetherassatisfactoryasitshouldhavebeen。
　　"He’stakingsnuff！"saidBrigitte，hereyestillgluedtothekeyhole；"hisgoldsnuff—boxbeatsMinard’s——though，perhaps，itisonlysilver—gilt，"sheadded，reflectively。"He’sdoingthetalking，andThuillierissittingtherelisteningtohimlikeabuzzard。I
　　shallgoinandtellthemtheycan’tkeepladieswaitingthatway。"
　　ButjustassheputherhandonthelocksheheardThuillier’svisitorraisehisvoice，andthatmadeherlookthroughthekeyholeagain。
　　"Heisstandingup；he’sgoing，"shesaidwithsatisfaction。
　　Butamomentlatershesawshehadmadeamistake；thelittleoldmanhadonlylefthischairtowalkupanddowntheroomandcontinuetheconversationwithgreaterfreedom。
　　"Mygracious！Ishallcertainlygoin，"shesaid，"andtellThuillierwearegoingwithouthim，andhecanfollowus。"
　　Sosaying，theoldmaidgavetwolittlesharpandveryimperiousrapsonthedoor，afterwhichsheresolutelyenteredthestudy。
　　LaPeyrade，goadedbyanxiety，hadthebadtastetolookthroughthekeyholehimselfatwhatwashappening。Instantlyhethoughtherecognizedthesmalloldmanhehadseenunderthenameof"thecommander"onthatmemorablemorningwhenhehadwaitedforMadamedeGodollo。ThenhesawThuillieraddressinghissisterwithimpatienceandwithgesturesofauthorityaltogetheroutofhisusualhabitsofdeferenceandsubmission。
　　"Itseems，"saidBrigitte，re—enteringthesalon，"thatThuillierfindssomegreatinterestinthatcreature’stalk，forheorderedmebluntlytoleavethem，thoughthelittleoldfellowdidsay，rathercivilly，thattheywouldsoonbethrough。ButJeromeadded：’MIND，youaretowaitforme。’Really，sincehehastakentomakingnewspapersI
　　don’tknowhim；hehassetupanairasifhewereleadingtheworldwithhiswand。"
　　"Iamverymuchafraidheisbeingentangledbysomeadventurer，"saidlaPeyrade。"IamprettysureIsawthatoldmanatMadamedeGodollo’sthedayIwenttowarnheroffthepremises；hemustbeofthesamestripe。"
　　"Whydidn’tyoutellme？"criedBrigitte。"I’dhaveaskedhimfornewsofthecountess，andlethimseeweknewwhatweknewofhisHungarian。"
　　Justthenthesoundofmovingchairswasheard，andBrigittedartedbacktothekeyhole。
　　"Yes，"shesaid，"heisreallygoing，andThuillierisbowinghimoutrespectfully！"
　　AsThuillierdidnotimmediatelyreturn，Collevillehadtimetogotothewindowandexclaimatseeingthelittleoldgentlemandrivingawayinanelegantcoupe，ofwhichthereaderhasalreadyheard。
　　"Thedeuce！"criedColleville；"whatanornatelivery！Ifheisanadventurerheisanumberone。"
　　AtlastThuillierre—enteredtheroom，hisfacefullofcare，hismannerextremelygrave。
　　"MydearlaPeyrade，"hesaid，"youdidnottellusthatanotherproposalofmarriagehadbeenseriouslyconsideredbyyou。"
　　"Yes，Idid；Itoldyouthataveryrichheiresshadbeenofferedtome，butthatmyinclinationswerehere，andthatIhadnotgivenanyencouragementtotheaffair；consequently，ofcourse，therewasnoseriousengagement。"
　　"Well，Ithinkyoudowrongtotreatthatproposalsolightly。"
　　"What！doyoumeantosay，inpresenceoftheseladies，thatyoublamemeforremainingfaithfultomyfirstdesiresandouroldengagement？"
　　"Myfriend，theconversationthatIhavejusthadhasbeenamostinstructiveonetome；andwhenyouknowwhatIknow，withotherdetailspersonaltoyourself，whichwillbeconfidedtoyou，Ithinkthatyouwillenterintomyideas。Onethingiscertain；weshallnotgotothenotaryto—day；andasforyou，thebestthingthatyoucandoistogo，withoutdelay，toMonsieurduPortail。"
　　"Thatnameagain！itpursuesmelikearemorse，"exclaimedlaPeyrade。
　　"Yes；goatonce；heisawaitingyou。Itisanindispensablepreliminarybeforewecangoanyfarther。Whenyouhaveseenthatexcellentmanandheardwhathehastosaytoyou——well，THENifyoupersistinclaimingCeleste’shand，wemightperhapscarryoutourplans。Untilthenweshalltakenostepsinthematter。"
　　"But，mypoorThuillier，"saidBrigitte，"youhaveletyourselfbegammonedbyarascal；thatmanbelongstotheGodolloset。"
　　"MadamedeGodollo，"repliedThuillier，"isnotatallwhatyousupposehertobe，andthebestthingthishousecandoisnevertosayonewordabouther，eithergoodorevil。AsforlaPeyrade，asthisisnotthefirsttimehehasbeenrequestedtogoandseeMonsieurduPortail，Iamsurprisedthathehesitatestodoso。"
　　"Ahca！"saidBrigitte，"thatlittleoldmanhascompletelybefooledyou。"
　　"Itellyouthatthatlittleoldmanisallthatheappearstobe。Hewearssevencrosses，hedrivesinasplendidequipage，andhehastoldmethingsthathaveoverwhelmedmewithastonishment。"
　　"Well，perhapshe’safortune—tellerlikeMadameFontaine，whomanagedonceuponatimetoupsetmewhenMadameMinardandI，justtoamuseourselves，wenttoconsulther。"
　　"Well，ifheisnotasorcererhecertainlyhasaverylongarm，"saidThuillier，"andIthinkamanwouldsufferforitifhedidn’trespecthisadvice。Asforyou，Brigitte，hesawyouonlyforaminute，buthetoldmeyourwholecharacter；hesaidyouwereamasterfulwoman，borntocommand。"
　　"Thefactis，"saidBrigitte，lickingherchopsatthiscompliment，likeacatdrinkingcream，"hehasaverywell—bredair，thatlittleoldfellow。Youtakemyadvice，mydear，"shesaid，turningtolaPeyrade；"ifsuchaverybig—wigasthatwantsyoutodoso，goandseethisduPortail，whoeverheis。That，itseemstome，won’tbindyoutoanything。"
　　"Youareright，Brigitte，"saidColleville；"asforme，I’dfollowupallthePortails，orPortERS，orPortENTSforthematterofthat，iftheyaskedmeto。"
　　Thescenewasbeginningtoresemblethatinthe"BarberofSeville，"
　　whereeverybodytellsBasiltogotobed，forhecertainlyhasafever。LaPeyrade，thusprodded，pickeduphishatinsomeill—humor，andwentwherehisdestinycalledhim，——"quosuafatavocabant。"
　　CHAPTERXV
　　ATDUPORTAIL’S
　　OnreachingtherueHonore—ChevalierlaPeyradefeltadoubt；thedilapidatedappearanceofthehousetowhichhewassummonedmadehimthinkhehadmistakenthenumber。ItseemedtohimthatapersonofMonsieurduPortail’sevidentimportancecouldnotinhabitsuchaplace。ItwasthereforewithsomehesitationthatheaccostedSieurPerrache，theporter。ButnosoonerhadheenteredtheantechamberoftheapartmentpointedouttohimthantheexcellentdeportmentofBruneau，theoldvalet，andtheextremelycomfortableappearanceofthefurnitureandotherappointmentsmadehimseethathewasprobablyintherightplace。Introducedatonce，assoonashehadgivenhisname，intothestudyofthemasterofthehouse，hissurprisewasgreatwhenhefoundhimselfinpresenceofthecommander，socalled，thefriendofMadamedeGodollo，andthelittleoldmanhehadseenhalfanhourearlierwithThuillier。
　　"Atlast！"saidduPortail，rising，andofferinglaPeyradeachair，"atlastwemeet，myrefractoryfriend；ithastakenagooddealtobringyouhere。"
　　"MayIknow，monsieur，"saidlaPeyrade，haughtily，nottakingthechairwhichwasofferedtohim，"whatinterestyouhaveinmeddlingwithmyaffairs？Idonotknowyou，andImayaddthattheplacewhereIoncesawyoudidnotcreateanunconquerabledesireinmetomakeyouracquaintance。"
　　"Wherehaveyouseenme？"askedduPortail。
　　"IntheapartmentofastrumpetwhocalledherselfMadamedeGodollo。"
　　"Wheremonsieur，consequently，wenthimself，"saidthelittleoldman，"andforapurposemuchlessdisinterestedthanmine。"
　　"Ihavenotcomehere，"saidlaPeyrade，"tobandywordswithanyone。
　　Ihavetheright，monsieur，toafullexplanationastothemeaningofyourproceedingstowardsme。Ithereforerequestyounottodelaythembyafacetiousnesstowhich，Iassureyou，Iamnotinthehumortolisten。"
　　"Then，mydearfellow，"saidduPortail，"sitdown，forIamnotinthehumortotwistmyneckbytalkingupatyou。"
　　Thewordswerereasonable，andtheyweresaidinatonethatshowedtheoldgentlemanwasnotlikelytobefrightenedbygrandairs。LaPeyradethereforedeferredtothewishesofhishost，buthetookcaretodosowiththeworstgracepossible。
　　"MonsieurCerizet，"saidduPortail，"amanofexcellentstandingintheworld，andwhohasthehonortobeoneofyourfriends——"
　　"Ihavenothingtodowiththatmannow，"saidlaPeyrade，sharply，understandingthemaliciousmeaningoftheoldman’sspeech。
　　"Well，thetimehasbeen，"saidduPortail，"whenyousawhim，atleast，occasionally：forinstance，whenyoupaidforhisdinnerattheRocherdeCancale。AsIwassaying，IchargedthevirtuousMonsieurCerizettosoundyouastoamarriage——"
　　"WhichIrefused，"interruptedlaPeyrade，"andwhichInowrefuseagain，morevehementlythanever。"
　　"That’sthequestion，"saidtheoldman。"Ithink，onthecontrary，thatyouwillacceptit；anditistotalkoverthisaffairwithyouthatIhavesolongdesiredameeting。"
　　"Butthiscrazygirlthatyouareflingingatmyhead，"saidlaPeyrade，"whatisshetoyou？Shecan’tbeyourdaughter，oryouwouldputmoredecencyintoyourhuntforahusband。"
　　"Thisyounggirl，"repliedduPortail，"isthedaughterofoneofmyfriendswhodiedabouttenyearsago；athisdeathItookhertolivewithme，andhavegivenherallthecarehersadconditionneeded。Herfortune，whichIhavegreatlyincreased，addedtomyown，whichI
　　intendtoleavetoher，willmakeheraveryrichheiress。Iknowthatyouarenoenemytohandsome’dots，’foryouhavesoughttheminvariousplaces，——Thuillier’shouse，forinstance，or，touseyourownexpression，thatofastrumpetwhomyouscarcelyknew。Ihavethereforesupposedyouwouldacceptatmyhandsaveryrichyoungwoman，especiallyasherinfirmityisdeclaredbythebestphysicianstobecurable；whereasyoucannevercureMonsieurandMademoiselleThuillier，theoneofbeingafool，theotherofbeingafury，anymorethanyoucouldcureMadameKomornofbeingawomanofverymediumvirtueandextremelygiddy。"
　　"Itmaysuitme，"repliedlaPeyrade，"tomarrythedaughterofafoolandafuryifIchooseher，orImightbecomethehusbandofaclevercoquette，ifpassionseizedme，buttheQueenofShebaherself，ifimposeduponme，neitheryou，monsieur，northeablestandmostpowerfulmanlivingcouldforcemetoaccept。"
　　"Precisely；thereforeitistoyourowngoodsenseandintelligencethatInowaddressmyself；butwehavetocomefacetofacewithpeopleinordertospeaktothem，youknow。Now，then，letuslookintoyourpresentsituation，anddon’tgetangryif，likeasurgeonwhowantstocurehispatient，Ilaymyhandmercilesslyonwoundswhichhavelongtormentedandharassedyou。ThefirstpointtostateisthattheCelesteCollevilleaffairisatanendforyou。"
　　"Whyso？"demandedlaPeyrade。
　　"BecauseIhavejustseenThuillierandterrifiedhimwiththehistoryofthemisfortuneshehasincurred，andthosehewillincurifhepersistsintheideaofgivingyouhisgoddaughterinmarriage。HeknowsnowthatitwasIwhoparalyzedMadameduBruel’skindofficesinthematterofthecross；thatIhadhispamphletseized；thatI
　　sentthatHungarianwomanintohishousetohandleyouall，asshedid；andthatmyhandisopeningfireintheministerialjournals，whichwillonlyincreasefrombadtoworse，——nottospeakofothermachinationswhichwillbedirectedagainsthiscandidacy。Thereforeyousee，mygoodfriend，thatnotonlyhaveyounolongerthecreditinThuillier’seyesofbeinghisgreathelpertothatelection，butthatyouactuallyblockthewaytohisambition。Thatisenoughtoprovetoyouthatthesidebywhichyouhaveimposedyourselfonthatfamily——whohaveneversincerelylikedordesiredyou——isnowcompletelybattereddownanddismantled。"
　　"Buttohavedoneallthatwhichyouclaimwithsuchpretension，whoareyou？"demandedlaPeyrade。
　　"Ishallnotsaythatyouareveryinquisitive，forIintendtoansweryourquestionlater；butforthepresentletuscontinue，ifyouplease，theautopsyofyourexistence，deadto—day，butwhichI
　　proposetoresuscitategloriously。Youaretwenty—eightyearsold，andyouhavebegunacareerinwhichIshallnotallowyoutomakeanotherstep。AfewdayshencetheCounciloftheorderofbarristerswillassembleandwillcensure，moreorlessseverely，yourconductinthematterofthepropertyyouplacedwithsuchcandorinThuillier’shands。Donotdeceiveyourself；censurefromthatquarter（andI
　　mentiononlyyourleastdanger）isasfataltoabarristerasbeingactuallydisbarred。"