Madame Rabourdin knew this, but she knew also that ghosts return to old castles, and she had taken it into her head to make the minister jealous of the happiness which des Lupeaulx was appearing to enjoy.

The latter's throat literally gurgled with the name of his divinity.

To launch his supposed mistress successfully, he was endeavoring to persuade the Marquise d'Espard, Madame de Nucingen, and the countess, in an eight-ear conversation, that they had better admit Madame Rabourdin to their coalition; and Madame de Camps was supporting him.

At the end of the hour the minister's vanity was greatly tickled; Madame Rabourdin's cleverness pleased him, and she had won his wife, who, delighted with the siren, invited her to come to all her receptions whenever she pleased.
"For your husband, my dear," she said, "will soon be director; the minister intends to unite the two divisions and place them under one director; you will then be one of us, you know." His Excellency carried off Madame Rabourdin on his arm to show her a certain room, which was then quite celebrated because the opposition journals blamed him for decorating it extravagantly; and together they laughed over the absurdities of journalism.
"Madame, you really must give the countess and myself the pleasure of seeing you here often." And he went on with a round of ministerial compliments.
"But, Monseigneur," she replied, with one of those glances which women hold in reserve, "it seems to me that that depends on you." "How so ?" "You alone can give me the right to come here." "Pray explain." "No; I said to myself before I came that I would certainly not have the bad taste to seem a petitioner." "No, no, speak freely.

Places asked in this way are never out of place," said the minister, laughing; for there is no jest too silly to amuse a solemn man.
"Well, then, I must tell you plainly that the wife of the head of a bureau is out of place here; a director's wife is not." "That point need not be considered," said the minister, "your husband is indispensable to the administration; he is already appointed." "Is that a veritable fact ?" "Would you like to see the papers in my study?
They are already drawn up." "Then," she said, pausing in a corner where she was alone with the minister, whose eager attentions were now very marked, "let me tell you that I can make you a return." She was on the point of revealing her husband's plan, when des Lupeaulx, who had glided noiselessly up to them, uttered an angry sound, which meant that he did not wish to appear to have overheard what, in fact, he had been listening to.