Fleury. “Are you blind?”
Sebastien. “I don’t like to look at what I ought not to see.”
Phellion [delighted]. “Well said, young man!”
Vimeux. “The devil! well, you looked at Madame Rabourdin enough, any how; a charming woman.”
Fleury. “Pooh! thin as a rail. I saw her in the Tuileries, and I much prefer Percilliee, the ballet-mistress, Castaing’s victim.”
Phellion. “What has an actress to do with the wife of a government official?”
Dutocq. “They both play comedy.”
Fleury [looking askance at Dutocq]. “The physical has nothing to do with the moral, and if you mean—”
Dutocq. “I mean nothing.”
Fleury. “Do you all want to know which of us will really be made head of this bureau?”