Poor Rabourdin! I shall be sorry for him, though." Bixiou.

"That shows how much you love him!" [Changing his tone] "Ah, well, I don't pity him any longer.

He's rich; his wife gives parties and doesn't ask me,--me, who go everywhere! Well, good-bye, my dear fellow, good-bye, and don't owe me a grudge!" [He goes out through the clerks' office.] "Adieu, gentlemen; didn't I tell you yesterday that a man who has nothing but virtues and talents will always be poor, even though he has a pretty wife ?" Henry.

"You are so rich, you!" Bixiou.

"Not bad, my Cincinnatus! But you'll give me that dinner at the Rocher de Cancale." Poiret.