A plain man, like myself, only touches politics when he sees his gain clearly.

There are others who enter that field from purer motives, I am told.

I have not met them." The Minister smiled on one side of his face, and all of it went white.
He glanced uncomfortably at that third person, whom he had suggested ignoring.
"And yet," went on John Turner, very dense or greatly daring, "I have lived many years in France, Monsieur le Ministre." The Minister frowned at him, and made a quick gesture of one hand toward the window.
"So long," pursued the Englishman, placidly, "as the trains start punctually, and there is not actually grape-shot in the streets, and one may count upon one's dinner at the hour, one form of government in this country seems to me to be as good as another, Monsieur le Ministre.

A Bourbon Monarchy or an Orleans Monarchy, or a Republic, or--well, an Empire, Monsieur le Ministre." "Mon Dieu! have you come here to tell me this ?" cried the Minister, impatiently, glancing over his shoulder toward the window, and with one hand already stretched out toward the little bell standing on his desk.
"Yes," answered Turner, leaning forward to draw the bell out of reach.
He nodded his head with a friendly smile, and his fat cheeks shook.
"Yes, and other things as well.

Some of those other matters are perhaps even more worthy of your earnest attention.