“He said–a dozen eggs,” she repeated.
The official smiled.
“He is clearly of the people, this citizen, since he has been able to be so lavish with his omelettes!”
He rose and crossed over to where the Marquis sat.
“So you want a dozen eggs for your breakfast, eh?” he said.
Condorcet looked at him and hated him; he was furious with himself for the slip that had brought this attention on himself, but he answered calmly.
“I have seen omelettes made with as many, I thought, citizen.”
The other eyed him closely.
“You are a servant looking for a place?”
“Yes, citizen.”