And don't forget, mind, that you have promised to teach me politics.

Ah! politics, my dear fellow, I feel that nothing will ever impassion me as politics do!" Then she left them, hustled several people, and in spite of the crush ended by installing herself in the front row.
"Ah! what a crank she is!" muttered Massot with an air of amusement.
Then, as Chaigneux darted towards magistrate Amadieu to ask him in the most obsequious way if he had received his ticket, the journalist said to Duthil in a whisper: "By the way, my dear friend, is it true that Duvillard is going to launch his famous scheme for a Trans-Saharan railway?
It would be a gigantic enterprise, a question of hundreds and hundreds of millions this time....

At the 'Globe' office yesterday evening, Fonsegue shrugged his shoulders and said it was madness, and would never come off!" Duthil winked, and in a jesting way replied: "It's as good as done, my dear boy.

Fonsegue will be kissing the governor's feet before another forty-eight hours are over." Then he gaily gave the other to understand that golden manna would presently be raining down on the press and all faithful friends and willing helpers.

Birds shake their feathers when the storm is over, and he, Duthil, was as spruce and lively, as joyous at the prospect of the presents he now expected, as if there had never been any African Railways scandal to upset him and make him turn pale with fright.
"The deuce!" muttered Massot, who had become serious.