“Ah!” said la Peyrade, endeavoring to gild the refusal he should be forced to give, “why not try to have it put upon the stage?  We might be able to help you in that direction.”

“Certainly,” said Thuillier, “the director of any theatre to whom we should recommend—­”

“No,” replied Phellion.  “In the first place, as member of the reading-committee of the Odeon, having to sit in judgment upon others, it would not become me to descend into the arena myself.  I am an old athlete, whose business it is to judge of blows he can no longer give.  In this sense, criticism is altogether within my sphere, and all the more because I have certain views on the proper method of composing dramatic feuilletons which I think novel.  The ‘castigat ridendo mores’ ought to be, according to my humble lights, the great law, I may say the only law of the stage.  I should therefore show myself pitiless for those works, bred of imagination, in which morality has no part, and to which mothers of families—­”

“Excuse me,” said la Peyrade, “for interrupting you; but before allowing you to take the trouble to develop your poetical ideas, I ought to tell you that we have already made arrangements for our dramatic criticism.”

“Ah! that’s another thing,” said Phellion; “an honest man must keep his word.”

“Yes,” said Thuillier, “we have our dramatic critic, little thinking that you would offer us your valuable assistance.”

“Well,” said Phellion, suddenly becoming crafty,—­for there is something in the newspaper atmosphere, impossible to say what, which flies to the head, the bourgeois head especially,—­“since you are good enough to consider my pen capable of doing you some service, perhaps a series of detached thoughts on different subjects, to which I should venture to give the name of ‘Diversities,’ might be of a nature to interest your readers.”

“Yes,” said la Peyrade, with a maliciousness that was quite lost upon Phellion, “thoughts, especially in the style of la Rochefoucauld or la Bruyere, might do.  What do you think yourself, Thuillier?”

He reserved to himself the right to leave the responsibility of refusals, as far as he could, to the proprietor of the paper.

“But I imagine that thoughts, especially if detached, cannot be very consecutive,” said Thuillier.

“Evidently not,” replied Phellion; “detached thoughts imply the idea of a very great number of subjects on which the author lets his pen stray without the pretension of presenting a whole.”

“You will of course sign them?” said la Peyrade.

“Oh, no!” replied Phellion, alarmed.  “I could not put myself on exhibition in that way.”

“Your modesty, which by the bye I understand and approve, settles the matter,” said la Peyrade.  “Thoughts are a subject altogether individual, which imperatively require to be personified by a name.  You must be conscious of this yourself.  ’Divers Thoughts by Monsieur Three-Stars’ says nothing to the public.”