"You must represent Rabourdin dressed as a butcher (make it a good likeness), find analogies between a kitchen and a bureau, put a skewer in his hand, draw portraits of the principal clerks and stick their heads on fowls, put them in a monstrous coop labelled 'Civil Service executions'; make him cutting the throat of one, and supposed to take the others in turn.

You can have geese and ducks with heads like ours,--you understand! Baudoyer, for instance, he'll make an excellent turkey-buzzard." Bixiou.

"Ris d'aboyeur d'oie!" [He has watched Dutocq carefully for some time.] "Did you think of that yourself ?" Dutocq.

"Yes, I myself." Bixiou [to himself].

"Do evil feelings bring men to the same result as talents ?" [Aloud] "Well, I'll do it" [Dutocq makes a motion of delight] "-- when" [full stop] "-- I know where I am and what I can rely on.