As to you Jules, your role should be impertinence.

Put your cap on the wrong way; hold your nose in the air; pull your short hair down over your forehead, and let some of it spurt out through that hole in your cap.

To be quite correct, you ought to address jeering remarks to every respectable man and woman you meet in the streets; but as you know nothing of Parisian slang, you must hold your tongue.

See how thoroughly I have got myself up.

You would take me for an idle out-of-elbows workman wherever you met me.