"There is not an office in Paris—"
"In Europe."
"In the universe, where they give forty sous to a famishing clerk for his breakfast."
"Apropos of Madame Séraphin, which of you fellows has seen the new servant that takes her place?"
"The Alsatian girl whom Madame Pipelet, the porter's wife of No. 17, Rue du
Temple, the house where poor Louise lived, brought one evening?"
"Yes."
"I have not seen her yet."
"Nor I."
"Of course not; it is altogether impossible to see her, for the governor is more savage than ever to prevent our entering the pavilion in the courtyard."
"And since the porter cleans the office now, how can one get a glimpse at his Mary?"