Parisians, the — Volume 10 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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The three men had now seated themselves at a table in the Trois Freres,
and Lemercier volunteered the task of inspecting the menu and ordering the repast, still keeping guard on Fox. "Observe that man," said Duplessis, pointing towards a gentleman who had just entered; "the other day he was the popular hero--now, in the excitement of threatened war, he is permitted to order his _bifteck_ uncongratulated, uncaressed; such is fame at Paris! here to-day and gone to-morrow." "How did the man become famous?" "He is a painter, and refused a decoration--the only French painter who ever did." "And why refuse?" "Because he is more stared at as the man who refused than he would have been as the man who accepted. If ever the Red Republicans have their day, those among them most certain of human condemnation will be the coxcombs who have gone mad for the desire of human applause." "You are a profound philosopher, M. Duplessis." "I hope not--I have an especial contempt for philosophers. Pardon me a moment--I see a man to whom I would say a word or two." Duplessis crossed over to another table to speak to a middle-aged man of somewhat remarkable countenance, with the red ribbon in his buttonhole, in whom Graham recognised an ex-minister of the Emperor, differing from |
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