If this young man had not been Giroudeau's nephew, Philippe would have boxed his ears.
"Yes, I was taken in by it; I lost my time, and twelve thousand francs to boot," answered Philippe, trying to force a grin.
"You are still fond of the Emperor ?" asked Finot.
"He is my god," answered Philippe Bridau.
"You are a Liberal ?" "I shall always belong to the Constitutional Opposition.

Oh Foy! oh Manuel! oh Laffitte! what men they are! They'll rid us of these others,--these wretches, who came back to France at the heels of the enemy." "Well," said Finot coldly, "you ought to make something out of your misfortunes; for you are the victim of the Liberals, my good fellow.
Stay a Liberal, if you really value your opinions, but threaten the party with the follies in Texas which you are ready to show up.

You never got a farthing of the national subscription, did you?
Well, then you hold a fine position: demand an account of that subscription.

I'll tell you how you can do it.

A new Opposition journal is just starting, under the auspices of the deputies of the Left; you shall be the cashier, with a salary of three thousand francs.