"That papier-mache marquise sells her tea too dear.

She thinks me amusing! I understand now why Saint-Just wanted to guillotine this whole class of people." "You'll be back here to-morrow." Blondet was right.

Passions are as mean as they are cruel.

The next day after long hesitation between "I'll go--I'll not go," Raoul left his new partners in the midst of an important discussion and rushed to Madame d'Espard's house in the faubourg Saint-Honore.

Beholding Rastignac's elegant cabriolet enter the court-yard while he was paying his cab at the gate, Nathan's vanity was stung; he resolved to have a cabriolet himself, and its accompanying tiger, too.