"I am going to turn out the Cabinet. That is all. It is quite time to get rid of that rubbish."
The old man thought that his leader-writer must be drunk. He murmured: "Come, you are talking nonsense."
"Not at all. I have just caught Monsieur Laroche-Mathieu committing adultery with my wife. The commissary of police has verified the fact. The minister is done for."
Walter, amazed, pushed his spectacles right back on his forehead, and said: "You are not joking?"
"Not at all. I am even going to write an article on it."
"But what do you want to do?"
"To upset that scoundrel, that wretch, that open evil-doer." George placed his hat on an armchair, and added: "Woe to those who cross my path. I never forgive."
The manager still hesitated at understanding matters. He murmured: "But—your wife?"
"My application for a divorce will be lodged to-morrow morning. I shall send her back to the departed Forestier."
"You mean to get a divorce?"