"He plays scenes with her which would make you die of laughing,--exactly like Arnolphe in Moliere's comedy." The count, horror-stricken, looked at Pierrotin, who, finding that the count said nothing, concluded that Madame Clapart's son was telling falsehoods.
"So, monsieur," continued Oscar, "if you want the count's influence, I advise you to apply to the Marquis d'Aiglemont.

If you get that former adorer of Madame de Serizy on your side, you will win husband and wife at one stroke." "Look here!" said the painter, "you seem to have seen the count without his clothes; are you his valet ?" "His valet!" cried Oscar.
"Hang it! people don't tell such things about their friends in public conveyances," exclaimed Mistigris.

"As for me, I'm not listening to you; I'm deaf: 'discretion plays the better part of adder.'" "'A poet is nasty and not fit,' and so is a tale-bearer," cried Schinner.
"Great painter," said Georges, sententiously, "learn this: you can't say harm of people you don't know.

Now the little one here has proved, indubitably, that he knows his Serizy by heart.

If he had told us about the countess, perhaps-- ?" "Stop! not a word about the Comtesse de Serizy, young men," cried the count.