“And Adolphe too!” said President Boirouge, who was considered rather free in his speech.
“And the style!” said Bianchon.—“Rinaldo, who saw no better refuge than to make for the cellar.”
“It is quite clear that neither Maradan, nor Treuttel and Wurtz, nor Doguereau, were the printers,” said Lousteau, “for they employed correctors who revised the proofs, a luxury in which our publishers might very well indulge, and the writers of the present day, would benefit greatly. Some scrubby pamphlet printer on the Quay—”
“What quay?” a lady asked of her neighbor. “They spoke of baths—”
“Pray go on,” said Madame de la Baudraye.
“At any rate, it is not by a councillor,” said Bianchon.
“It may be by Madame Hadot,” replied Lousteau.
“What has Madame Hadot of La Charite to do with it?” the Presidente asked of her son.
“This Madame Hadot, my dear friend,” the hostess answered, “was an authoress, who lived at the time of the Consulate.”
“What, did women write in the Emperor’s time?” asked Madame Popinot-Chandier.