Under the cold light which fell from the glazed roofing appeared the solemn, shiny tribune, whence members address the Chamber, whilst behind it, on a higher level, and running right along the rear wall, was what is called the Bureau, with its various tables and seats, including the presidential armchair.

The Bureau, like the tribune, was still unoccupied.

The only persons one saw there were a couple of attendants who were laying out new pens and filling inkstands.
"The women," said Massot with a laugh, after another glance at the galleries, "come here just as they might come to a menagerie, that is, in the secret hope of seeing wild beasts devour one another.

But, by the way, did you read the article in the 'Voix du Peuple' this morning?
What a wonderful fellow that Sagnier is.

When nobody else can find any filth left, he manages to discover some.