[Bureaucracy by Honore de Balzac]@TWC D-Link bookBureaucracy CHAPTER VII 43/44
After all, it is for us and not for others to make us great." "You are appointed, dear," cried Celestine, pressing her husband's hand as they drove away.
"If it had not been for des Lupeaulx I should have explained your scheme to his Excellency.
But I will do it next Tuesday, and it will help the further matter of making you Master of petitions." In the life of every woman there comes a day when she shines in all her glory; a day which gives her an unfading recollection to which she recurs with happiness all her life.
As Madame Rabourdin took off one by one the ornaments of her apparel, she thought over the events of this evening, and marked the day among the triumphs and glories of her life,--all her beauties had been seen and envied, she had been praised and flattered by the minister's wife, delighted thus to make the other women jealous of her; but, above all, her grace and vanities had shone to the profit of conjugal love.
Her husband was appointed. "Did you think I looked well to-night ?" she said to him, joyously. At the same instant Mitral, waiting at the Cafe Themis, saw the two usurers returning, but was unable to perceive the slightest indications of the result on their impassible faces. "What of it ?" he said, when they were all seated at table. "Same as ever," replied Gigonnet, rubbing his hands, "victory with gold." "True," said Gobseck. Mitral took a cabriolet and went straight to the Saillards and Baudoyers, who were still playing boston at a late hour.
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