"But, by the bye, what became of that steward whom the count turned off ?" "Moreau ?" said Leger; "why, he's the deputy from the Oise." "Ha! the famous Centre man; Moreau de l'Oise ?" cried Georges.
"Yes," returned Leger, "Moreau de l'Oise.

He did more than you for the revolution of July, and he has since then bought the beautiful estate of Pointel, between Presles and Beaumont." "Next to the count's," said Georges.

"I call that very bad taste." "Don't speak so loud," said Monsieur de Reybert, "for Madame Moreau and her daughter, the Baronne de Canalis, and the Baron himself, the former minister, are in the coupe." "What 'dot' could he have given his daughter to induce our great orator to marry her ?" said Georges.
"Something like two millions," replied old Leger.
"He always had a taste for millions," remarked Georges.

"He began his pile surreptitiously at Presles--" "Say nothing against Monsieur Moreau," cried Oscar, hastily.

"You ought to have learned before now to hold your tongue in public conveyances." Joseph Bridau looked at the one-armed officer for several seconds; then he said, smiling:-- "Monsieur is not an ambassador, but his rosette tells us he has made his way nobly; my brother and General Giroudeau have repeatedly named him in their reports." "Oscar Husson!" cried Georges.