occupied he is surprised by the Comtesse de Linotte. She screams, she calls for help. But so absorbed is he that he neither sees nor hears."
"My dear Marteau.…"
"So absorbed is he that he neither sees nor hears. The Comte hastens into the room. He has the soul of a true aristocrat. He takes up the little sweep by the seat of his breeches…and throws him out of the window—"
"My dear Marteau.…"
"I hasten to conclude.… Nine months later the little sweep married the high-born maiden. And it was high time too. Such was the result of charity well bestowed."
"My dear Marteau, you have amused yourself long enough at my expense."
"Not a bit of it. I must finish. Having married Mademoiselle de Linotte, the little sweep became a papal count and was ruined on the Turf. To-day he is a stove dealer at Montparnasse in the Rue de la Gaîté. His wife keeps his shop and sells stoves at eighteen francs apiece payable in eight months."
"My dear Marteau it isn't the least bit funny."
"Beware, my dear Horteur. What I have just told you is really Lamartine's Chute d'un Ange and Alfred de Vigny's Eloa. And, taking it all round,
