"So!" I cried, "my neighbour of the orchestra was Charles Nodier!"
"Did you have any talk with him?" asked Lassagne.
"I did nothing else during the intervals."
"You were fortunate," continued Lassagne: "had I been in your place, I should have greatly preferred the intervals to the play."
I knew Charles Nodier by name, but I was in complete ignorance as to what he had done.
As I left the office, I entered a bookshop and asked for a novel by Nodier. They gave me Jean Sbogar.
The reading of that book began to shake my faith in Pigault-Lebrun.