The Parisian bourgeois never pays a visit to his attorney without a sense of fear; whereas he mounts the stairs with ever-renewed pleasure to see his notary; he admires that official's virtue and his sound good sense.
"Cardot, who is looking for an apartment for one of his clients, wants to know about our second floor," continued Thuillier.

"If I choose he'll introduce to me on Sunday a tenant who is ready to sign a lease for eighteen years at forty thousand francs and taxes! What do you say to that, Brigitte ?" "Better wait," she replied.

"Ah! that dear Theodose, what a fright he gave me!" "Hey! my dearest girl, I must tell you that when Cardot asked who put me in the way of this affair he said I owed him a present of at least ten thousand francs.

The fact is, I owe it all to him." "But he is the son of the house," responded Brigitte.
"Poor lad! I'll do him the justice to say that he asks for nothing." "Well, dear, good friend," said la Peyrade, coming in about three o'clock, "here you are, richissime!" "And through you, Theodose." "And you, little aunt, have you come to life again?
Ah! you were not half as frightened as I was.

I put your interests before my own; I haven't breathed freely till this morning at eleven o'clock; and yet I am sure now of having two mortal enemies at my heels in the two men I have tricked for your sake.