If you read that, I am sorry for
you."
"The newspaper!" cried Margaritis. "Of course! Wife! wife! where is
the newspaper?" he cried, going towards the next room.
"If you are interested in newspapers," said Gaudissart, changing his
attack, "we are sure to understand each other."
"Yes; but before we say anything about that, tell me what you think of
this wine."
"Delicious!"
"Then let us finish the bottle." The lunatic poured out a thimbleful
for himself and filled Gaudissart's glass. "Well, Monsieur, I have two
puncheons left of the same wine; if you find it good we can come to
terms."
"Exactly," said Gaudissart. "The fathers of the Saint-Simonian faith
have authorized me to send them all the commodities I--But allow me to
tell you about their noble newspaper. You, who have understood the
whole question of insurance so thoroughly, and who are willing to
assist my work in this district--"
"Yes," said Margaritis, "if--"
"If I take your wine; I understand perfectly. Your wine is very good,
Monsieur; it puts the stomach in a glow."
"They make champagne out of it; there is a man from Paris who comes
here and makes it in Tours."
"I have no doubt of it, Monsieur. The 'Globe,' of which we were
speaking--"
"Yes, I've gone over it," said Margaritis.
"I was sure of it!" exclaimed Gaudissart. "Monsieur, you have a fine
frontal development; a pate--excuse the word--which our gentlemen call
'horse-head.' There's a horse element in the head of every great man.
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