"I said a really Parisian wedding, did I not?
But in point of fact this wedding is a symbol.

It's the apotheosis of the _bourgeoisie_, my dear fellow--the old nobility sacrificing one of its sons on the altar of the golden calf in order that the Divinity and the gendarmes, being the masters of France once more, may rid us of those scoundrelly Socialists!" Then, again correcting himself, he added: "But I was forgetting.

There are no more Socialists.

Their head was cut off the other morning." Duthil found this very funny.

Then in a confidential way he remarked: "You know that the marriage wasn't settled without a good deal of difficulty....