Yes I am," he continued, in a tone of conviction, "an artist in words after the manner of Berryer; I could make juries weep, by weeping myself, for I'm as nervous as a woman.

Your husband, who detests the bourgeoisie, began to tease me about them.

At first we laughed; then, in becoming serious, he found out that I was as strong as he.

I told him of the plan concocted to make _something_ of Thuillier, and I showed him all the good he could get himself out of a political puppet.

'If it were only,' I said to him, 'to make yourself Monsieur _de_ Colleville, and to put your charming wife where I should like to see her, as the wife of a receiver-general, or deputy.