"If Baudoyer gets La Billardiere's place Rabourdin won't stay on where he is.

Between ourselves, Baudoyer is so incapable that if du Bruel and you don't help him he will certainly be dismissed in a couple of months.

If I know arithmetic that will give three empty places for us to fill--" Bixiou.

"Three places right under our noses, which will certainly be given to some bloated favorite, some spy, some pious fraud,--to Colleville perhaps, whose wife has ended where all pretty women end--in piety." Dutocq.

"No, to /you/, my dear fellow, if you will only, for once in your life, use your wits logically." [He stopped as if to study the effect of his adverb in Bixiou's face.] "Come, let us play fair." Bixiou [stolidly].