_Marquis_--You are right.

_Baroness_--Do you really think so, Marquis? Monsieur Maréchal?

_Marquis_--Yes, I know. But we don't need a bolt of eloquence, since
we'll furnish the address. Maréchal reads well enough, I assure you.

_Baroness_--We made him deputy on your recommendation. That was a good
deal.

_Marquis_--Maréchal is an excellent recruit.

_Baroness_--So you say.

_Marquis_--How disgusted you are! An old subscriber to the
Constitutionnel, a liberal, a Voltairean, who comes over to the enemy
bag and baggage. What would you have? Monsieur Maréchal is not a man, my
dear: it's the stout _bourgeoisie_ itself coming over to us. I love this
honest _bourgeoisie_, which hates the revolution, since there is no more
to be gotten out of it; which wants to stem the tide which brought it,
and make over a little feudal France to its own profit. Let it draw our
chestnuts from the fire if it wants to. This pleasant sight makes me
enjoy politics. Long live Monsieur Maréchal and his likes, _bourgeois_
of the right divine. Let us heap these precious allies with honor and
glory until our triumph ships them off to their mills again.

_Baroness_--Several of our deputies are birds of the same feather. Why
choose the least capable for orator?