You don't want them--you're not in the business.

Besides, I'm thinking of going out, and showing myself and my bag in the fashionable quarter of the town.

On such an occasion, I think I ought to present the appearance of a gentleman--I ought to wear gloves.
Oh, it doesn't matter! I needn't detain you any longer.

Good morning." He made one of his fantastic bows, and waved his hand, dismissing Madame Fontaine from further attendance on him.

Secretly, he was as eager as ever to show the keys.