“Why do you laugh?”
“Because it is impossible for all meridians not to be the same. That is true ‘badauderie’.”
My friend looks at me for a moment, then he laughs likewise, and supplies me with ample food to ridicule the worthy Parisians. We leave the Palais-Royal through the main gate, and I observe another crowd of people before a shop, on the sign-board of which I read “At the Sign of the Civet Cat.”
“What is the matter here?”
“Now, indeed, you are going to laugh. All these honest persons are waiting their turn to get their snuff-boxes filled.”
“Is there no other dealer in snuff?”
“It is sold everywhere, but for the last three weeks nobody will use any snuff but that sold at the ‘Civet Cat.’”
“Is it better than anywhere else?”
“Perhaps it is not as good, but since it has been brought into fashion by the Duchesse de Chartres, nobody will have any other.”
“But how did she manage to render it so fashionable?”