The Saillards' salon was crowded.

Monsieur and Madame Transon arrived at eight o'clock; Madame Transon kissed Madame Baudoyer, nee Saillard.

Monsieur Bataille, captain of the National Guard, came with his wife and the curate of Saint Paul's.
"Monsieur Baudoyer," said Madame Transon.

"I wish to be the first to congratulate you; they have done justice to your talents.

You have indeed earned your promotion." "Here you are, director," said Monsieur Transon, rubbing his hands, "and the appointment is very flattering to this neighborhood." "And we can truly say it came to pass without any intriguing," said the worthy Saillard.