He carried an umbrella, and smoked a trabucos cigar in a holder." "Ridiculous!" cried Gevrol.

"This is too much." "Too much, perhaps," retorted old Tabaret.

"At all events, it is the truth.

If you are not minute in your investigations, I cannot help it; anyhow, I am, I search, and I find.

Too much, say you?
Well deign to glance at these lumps of damp plaster.