“Monsieur,” said Cesar, addressing him, “we are compelled to dine in this little room because we are preparing, eighteen days hence, to assemble our friends, as much to celebrate the emancipation of our territory—”
“Right, monsieur; I myself am for the government. I belong, in opinion, to the statu quo of the great man who guides the destinies of the house of Austria, jolly dog! Hold fast that you may acquire; and, above all, acquire that you may hold. Those are my opinions, which I have the honor to share with Prince Metternich.”
“—as to commemorate my promotion to the order of the Legion of honor,” continued Cesar.
“Yes, I know. Who told me of that,—the Kellers, or Nucingen?”
Roguin, surprised at such tact, made an admiring gesture.
“No, no; it was in the Chamber.”
“In the Chamber? was it Monsieur de la Billardiere?” said Birotteau.
“Precisely.”
“He is charming,” whispered Cesar to his uncle.
“He pours out phrases, phrases, phrases,” said Pillerault, “enough to drown you.”