"I am going to box your husband's ears," said M. Blampignon; "he is a blackguard who will land you both in the workhouse unless we look out. He may be Prime Minister, but he won't frighten me."
When he stepped off the train M. Blampignon presented himself at the Ministry of the Interior, and was immediately received. He entered the Prime Minister's room in a fury.
"I have something to say to you, sir!" And he waved the anonymous letter.
Paul Visire welcomed him smiling.
"You are welcome, my dear father. I was going to write to you. . . . Yes, to tell you of your nomination to the rank of officer of the Legion of Honour. I signed the patent this morning."
M. Blampignon thanked his son-in-law warmly and threw the anonymous letter into the fire.
He returned to his provincial house and found his daughter fretting and agitated.
"Well! I saw your husband. He is a delightful fellow. But then, you don't understand how to deal with him."
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