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Book, page 31 / 76 "To the President of the Civil Court: "Monsieur Plumet, of 27 Rue Hauteville, in the city of Paris, by Counsellor Boule, his advocate, craves leave--" It was a proceeding against a refractory debtor, the commonest thing in the world. "Monsieur Massinot!" "Yes, sir." "Who brought these papers?" "A very pretty little woman brought them this morning while you were out, sir." "Monsieur Massinot, whether she was pretty or not, it is no business of yours to criticise the looks of the clients." "I did not mean to offend you, Monsieur Mouillard." "You have not offended me, but you have no business to talk of a 'pretty client.' That epithet is not allowed in a pleading, that's all. The lady is coming back, I suppose?" "Yes, sir." Little Madame Plumet soon called again, tricked out from head to foot in the latest fashion. She was a little flurried on entering a room full of jocular clerks. Escorted by Massinot, both of them with their eyes fixed on the ground, she reached my office. I closed the door after her. She recognized me. "Monsieur Mouillard! What a pleasant surprise!" She held out her hand to me so frankly and gracefully that I gave her mine, and felt sure, from the firm, expressive way in which she clasped
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