M. Froggue squirms as he recalls his behaviour at the soirée the previous evening.
Such necessary coarseness!
Blunt tactics for a blunt target. So sad when finesse and subtlety get thrown - no, catapulted - out of the window.
And it is unsettling too, as he realises afresh that such a part was surprisingly easy to play.
He has been able to achieve his objectives. But this is of some consolation only. He knows some merciless ribbing from his colleagues is coming his way.
He refrains from swearing (distancing himself from last evening's uncouth character) and instead says mildly, "zut".
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