But the last case is much the rarer.
Fortunately for himself, Monsieur Griffard belonged to the class who are not shot, but become millionaires.

He managed to acquire some of the neat little estates which the _emigre_ magnates had left to the care of the State, and when they came home again in the days of the Restoration, Monsieur Griffard was one of the lucky men who watched the gorgeous pageant of the march of the allied armies through Paris from his own balcony.

Several of the _emigres_, who came in batches in the rear of the triumphant hosts, beheld with amazement the splendid five-storeyed palace in the Boulevard des Italiens, which was not there at all when they last saw Paris, and when they inquired after its owner, the name they heard was quite unfamiliar to them.
But it did not remain unfamiliar for long.

The owner of millions has very little difficulty in acquiring distinctions which will admit him into the very best society.

In a short time Monsieur Griffard's name became one of the most harmonious of passwords.