“You’ll always take care of it,” said Thuillier. “Housekeeping is your very life; you will be the first to get over this affair.”
“We’ll see about that,” said Brigitte; “after twenty years of devotion, to be treated like the lowest of the low!”
And rushing to the door, which she slammed after her with violence, she went away.
Thuillier was not disturbed by this exit.
“Were you there, Flavie,” he asked, “when the scene took place?”
“No, it happened in Celeste’s room. What did she do to her?”
“What I said,—raised her hand to her and locked her in like a child. Celeste may certainly be rather dull-minded, but there are limits that must not be passed.”
“She is not always pleasant, that good Brigitte,” said Flavie; “she and I have just had a little set-to.”
“Oh, well,” said Thuillier, “it will all pass off. I want to tell you, my dear Flavie, what fine success we have had this morning. The ‘National’ quotes two whole paragraphs of an article in which there were several sentences of mine.”
Thuillier was again interrupted in the tale of his great political and literary success,—this time by the entrance of Josephine the cook.