“Monsieur and Madame Lebas,” said Cesar; “also Monsieur le president of the Court of Commerce,—I forgot him among the authorities,—his wife, and two daughters; Monsieur and Madame Lourdois and their daughter; Monsieur Claparon, banker; Monsieur du Tillet; Monsieur Grindot; Monsieur Molineux; Pillerault and his landlord; Monsieur and Madame Camusot, the rich silk-merchants, and all their children, the one at the Ecole Polytechnique, and the lawyer; he is to be made a judge because of his marriage to Mademoiselle Thirion.”
“A provincial judge,” remarked Constance.
“Monsieur Cardot, father-in-law of Camusot, and all the Cardot children. Bless me, and the Guillaumes, Rue du Colombier, the father-in-law of Lebas—old people, but they’ll sit in a corner; Alexandre Crottat; Celestin—”
“Papa, don’t forget Monsieur Andoche Finot and Monsieur Gaudissart, two young men who are very useful to Monsieur Anselme.”
“Gaudissart? he was once in the hands of justice. But never mind, he is going to travel for our oil and starts in a few days; put him down. As to the Sieur Andoche Finot, what is he to us?”
“Monsieur Anselme says he will be a great man; he has a mind like Voltaire.”
“An author? all atheists.”
“Let’s put him down, papa; we want more dancers. Besides, he wrote the beautiful prospectus for the oil.”
“He believes in my oil?” said Cesar, “then put him down, dear child.”
“I have put down all my proteges,” said Cesarine.