23/50 "And the proof is that I shall send in my resignation. I shall plunge into industrial avocations." Bixiou. "What! have you managed to invent a mechanical corset, or a baby's bottle, or a fire engine, or chimneys that consume no fuel, or ovens which cook cutlets with three sheets of paper ?" Minard [departing.] "Adieu, I shall keep my secret." Bixiou. "Well, young Poiret junior, you see,--all these gentlemen understand me." Poiret [crest-fallen]. |