Fruitfulness

loud voice, his peals of gayety, his bustling ways, all betokened an egotist and good liver still in his prime, a man for whom money ? capital increased and increased by the labor of others ? was the one only sovereign power. " Ah ! ah ! it's ready, is it not ? " said he ; " Monsieur Firon-Badinier has again written me that he will be here at three o'clock. And you know that I'm going to take you to the restaurant with him this evening; for one can never induce those fellows to give orders unless one plies them with good wine. It annoys Constance to have it done here; and, besides, I prefer to entertain those people in town. You warned Marianne, eh ? " " Certainly. She knows that I shall return by the quarter-to-eleven-o'clock train." Beauchene had sunk upon a chair: " Ah ! my dear fellow, I'm worn out," he continued; " I dined in town last night; I got to bed only at one o'clock. And there was a terrible lot of work waiting for me this morning. One positively needs to be made of iron." Until a short time before he had shown himself a prodigious worker, endowed with really marvellous energy and strength. Moreover, he had given proof of unfailing business instinct with regard to many profitable undertakings. Invariably the first to appear at the works, he looked after everything, foresaw everything, filling the place with his bustling zeal, and doubling his output year by year. Recently, however, fatigue had been gaining ground on him. He had always sought p...