"You are an idiot, Beaumarchef," said he, "to be pleased at so trivial a matter.

I have often told you that there is no such thing as luck or chance, and that all comes to those who work methodically." Beaumarchef listened to his master's wisdom in silent surprise.
"And pray, who is this woman ?" asked Mascarin.
"You will know her when you see her, sir.

She is registered under class D, that is, for employment in rather fast establishments." "Go and fetch her," observed Mascarin, and as the man left the room, he muttered, "Experience has taught me that it is madness to neglect the smallest precaution." In another moment the woman appeared, and Mascarin at once addressed her with that air of friendly courtesy which made him so popular among such women.

"Well, my good girl," said he, "and so you have got the sort of place you wanted, eh ?" "I hope so, sir, but you see I have only been with Madame Zora de Chantemille since yesterday." "Ah, Zora de Chantemille, that is a fine name, indeed." "It is only a fancy name, and she had an awful row over it with master.
She wanted to be called Raphaela, but he stood out for Zora." "Zora is a very pretty name," observed Mascarin solemnly.
"Yes, sir, just what the maid and I told her.

She is a splendid woman, and doesn't she just squander the shiners?
Thirty thousand francs have gone since yesterday." "I can hardly credit it." "Not cash, you understand, but tick.