She herself was rather sad, having at the moment no dominant opinion.

She poured her own griefs into Thuillier's bosom.

The great Keller, that hero of the Left, was, in reality, extremely petty; she had learned to know the other side of public fame, the follies of banking, the emptiness of eloquence! The orator only spoke for show; to her he had behaved extremely ill.

Thuillier was indignant.

"None but stupid fellows know how to love," he said; "take me!" That handsome Thuillier was henceforth supposed to be paying court to Madame Colleville, and was rated as one of her "attentives,"-- a word in vogue during the Empire.
"Ha! you are after my wife," said Colleville, laughing.