The falling-out made talk enough at the time; and some people do say that M. Maxence is a worthless scamp, who leads a very dissipated life; but I say that his father kept him too close.Rain or shine, every morning of the year, on the stroke of nine, he appears at the door on the way to his office.“Why, he must be an old miser,” muttered the servant.Their modest title covers the most important, perhaps, of magistracies, almost the only one known to the lower classes; an enormous power, and an influence so decisive, that the most sensible statesman of the reign of Louis Philippe ventured once to say, “Give me twenty good commissaries of police in Paris, and I’ll undertake to suppress any government:net profit, one hundred millions.”Hardly is the silence broken by the regulation drums of the Minims Barracks near by, by the chimes of the Church of St. Louis, or by the joyous clamors of the pupils of the Massin School during the hours of recreation.
He gave her from time to time, a five-franc-piece, and took her to the country on Sundays.His avarice defends our interests.‘Pon my word, I should say that he is still wearing the very same clothes I saw upon his back for the first time in 1845, did I not know that he has two full suits made every year by the concierge at No. 29, who is also a tailor.”There is not, perhaps, in all Paris, a quieter street than the Rue St.She is the attorney who stands between him and New England Wire & Cable, a second-generation family firm that has fallen on hard times but has no debt and a lot of cash.Received payment, FORBE & TOWLER.”The wine-man at No. 43, the oldest shop-keeper in the street, could best answer.A couple of petits-verres politely offered soon started his tongue; and, whilst sipping his Cognac:The one who had just walked into M. Favoral’s apartment was already past middle age, colder than ice, and yet kindly, but of that commonplace kindliness which frightens like the executioner’s politeness at the scaffold.The young girl did not hesitate a moment.Suddenly, the sexism stands out like a proverbial sore thumb.“The Baron de Thaller!”The servant did not seem to find these particulars very interesting.“It’s a matter of ten or twelve millions, gentlemen.”Was it possible?Was it even likely?Could any one imagine so many millions slipping through the fingers of M. de Thaller’s methodic cashier?That makes Other People’s Money a time capsule of how things were.I don’t know the story behind why the scene was filmed, much less included.In spite of all, he had, during the early months of his marriage, allowed his wife to have a young servant.Gilles in the Marais, within a step of the Place Royale.
No carriages there; never a crowd.He rushed to the window, and remained long enough leaning on his elbows to thoroughly examine the ground, and understand the situation of the apartment.“Of course, we know M. Favoral,” answered every one to the servant’s questions; “and, if there ever was an honest man, why, he is certainly the one.Stitches of new worsted showed through the faded designs on the hearth-rugs.Not that her husband was in any way unkind to her (he dared not, as yet); but he had revealed himself enough to enable her to judge him.This was said to one of his agents, who bore an unmistakable resemblance to the servant who had been asking so many questions in the afternoon.Since these are two of the strongest motivations known to humankind, the movie is very funny and at the same time tremendously interesting.At night, long before ten o’clock, and when the Boulevard Beaumarchais is still full of life, activity, and noise, every thing begins to close.Here is a part, at least, if not the whole, of the ten millions.”I purchased my domestic peace at the cost of your future in the world.