"But——"
"What does it amount to, anyhow?—politics? Bah! One side is just like the other side."
"Oh! oh!"
"Half of them don't know. It's only the difference between celui-ci and celui-là. You must quit ci and join là, n'est-ce pas?"
Mlle. Fouchette laid this down as if it were merely a choice between mutton and lamb chops for dinner. But Jean Marot walked impatiently up and down.
"You overlook the possible existence of such a thing as principle,—as honor, mademoiselle," he observed, somewhat coldly.
"Rubbish!" said Mlle. Fouchette.
"Oh! oh! what political morals!" he laughingly exclaimed, with an affectation of horror.
"There are no morals in politics."
"Precious little, truly!"